Friends are God’s way of taking care of us — Jim Bell

Special Photo: Jim Bell

Special Photo: Jim Bell

This was written by a Metro Denver Hospice Physician:

“I was driving home from a meeting this evening about 5, stuck in traffic on Colorado Blvd., and my car started to choke and sputter and die — I barely managed to coast into a gas station, glad only that I would not be blocking traffic and could call a tow truck. Before I made 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 the gas pump, so I got out to see if she was okay.

“When I got there, it looked more like she had been overcome with sobs than 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 and gave it to her. It was a nickel. She had spent her last 4.95 on gas and had only a nickel to her name. She was driving an old Suburban crammed full of stuff with 3 kids in the back seat. I asked her if she was okay and if she needed help and she said she didn’t want her kids to see her crying. She was driving to California and that things were really hard for her right now. So I asked, ‘And you were praying?’ She backed away from me a little, but I assured her I was not a crazy person and said, ‘God heard you and sent me.’

“I took out my credit card and swiped it through the card reader on the gas pump so she could fill up her car completely, and while it was fueling, I walked to the next door McDonald’s and bought two large bags of food, some gift cards for more, and a big cup of coffee. She gave the food to the kids, and they attacked it like wolves, and we stood by the car eating fries and talking a little. She told me her name, 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 would not have the money to pay the rent Jan. 1st, and finally, in desperation, had 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, she said, ‘So, are you 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 up 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.”

Here is my prayer for you: “Father, I ask You to bless children, grandchildren, friends and relatives. Show them a new revelation of your love and power. Holy Spirit, I ask You to minister to their spirit this very moment. Where there is pain, give them Your peace and mercy. Where there is doubt, release a renewed confidence through Your grace, in Jesus’ precious name. Amen.”