Friends Are God's Way Of Taking Care Of Us

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Friends are God's way of taking care of us.

- By an Anonymous Metro Denver Hospice Physician

Submitted by B-agom

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 Mc'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."

©2006

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Friends are God's way of taking care of us"

This was written by a Hospice of Metro Denver 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 "I 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 alittle, 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 Mc'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." My instructions were

to pick four people that I wanted God to bless, especially for the

months in 2005, and I picked you. Please pass this to four people you

want to be blessed and a copy back to me. This prayer is powerful and

prayer is one of the best gifts we receive. There is no cost but a lot

of rewards, let's continue to pray for one another. Here is the prayer:

"Father, I ask You to bless my children, grandchildren, friends,

relatives and email buddies reading this right now. Show them a new

revelation of your love and power. Holy Spirit, I ask You to minister to

their spirit at this very moment. Where there is pain, give them Your

peace and mercy. Where there is self doubt, release a renewed confidence

through Your grace, In Jesus' precious name. Amen."

love light, Lara

“Friends are angels who lift our feet when our own wings have trouble remembering how to fly.â€