This was written by a of Metro Denver Hospice
Physician:



I just had one of the most amazing experiences of my
life, and wanted to share it with my family and
dearest friends.



I was driving home from a meeting this evening about
5, stuck in traffic on Colorado Blvd., and the car
started to choke and splutter and die - I barely
managed to coast, cursing, into a gas station, glad
only that I would not be blocking traffic and would
have a somewhat warm spot to wait for the tow truck.
It wouldn't even turn over. Before I could make the
call, I saw a woman walking out of the "quickie mart"
building, and it looked like she slipped on some ice
and fell into a Gas pump, so I got out to see if she
was okay.



When I got there, it looked more like she had been
overcome by sobs than that she had fallen; she was a
young woman who looked really haggard with dark
circles under her eyes. She dropped something as I
helped her up, and I picked it up to give it to her..
It was a nickel.



At that moment, everything came into focus for me: the
crying woman, the ancient Suburban crammed full of
stuff with 3 kids in the back (1 in a car seat), and
the gas pump reading $4.95.



I asked her if she was okay and if she needed help,
and she just kept saying " don't want my kids to see
me crying," so we stood on the other side of the pump
from her car. She said she was driving to California
and that things were very hard for her right now. So I
asked, "And you were praying?" That made her back away
from me a little, but I assured her I was not a crazy
person and said, "He heard you, and He sent me."



I took out my card and swiped it through the card
reader on the pump so she could fill up her car
completely, and while it was fueling, walked to the
next door McDonald's and bought 2 big bags of food,
some gift certificates for more, and a big cup of
coffee. She gave the food to the kids in the

car, who attacked it like wolves, and we stood by the
pump eating fries and talking a little.



She told me her name, and that she lived in Kansas
City Her boyfriend left 2 months ago and she had not
been able to make ends meet. She knew she wouldn't
have money to pay rent Jan 1, and finally in
desperation had finally called her parents, with whom
she had not spoken in about 5 years. They lived in
California and said she could come live with them and
try to get on her feet there.



So she packed up everything she owned in the car. She
told the kids they were going to California for
Christmas, but not that they were going to live there.



I gave her my gloves, a little hug and said a quick
prayer with her for safety on the road. As I was
walking over to my car, she said, "So, are you like an
angel or something?"



This definitely made me cry. I said, "Sweetie, at this
time of year angels are really busy, so sometimes God
uses regular people."



It was so incredible to be a part of someone else's
miracle. And of course, you guessed it, when I got in
my car it started right away and got me home with no
problem. I'll put it in the shop tomorrow to check,
but I suspect the mechanic won't find anything wrong.



Sometimes the angels fly close enough to you that you
can hear the flutter of their wings...



Psalms 55:22 "Cast thy burden upon the Lord, and He
shall sustain thee. He shall never suffer the
righteous to be moved."

I Loved it!

Oh that was great Julie!
Thank you for sharing that with us.


love ya,
Val

Messiahiscoming

Wow, that was just so beautiful. Its so cool to see God minister to the poor in spirit and lift them up.
He desrerves so much praise.

Chris