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 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 the rent January
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. 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 for a 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.

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

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