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Traffic Angel

Sent in by Mary Ann Cobos Boyd.  Thank you.

I am disabled and besides my wheelchair at home I use a scooter to get around town.  The grocery store is located just a few blocks from my house but is on the other side of a major street that is actually a highway.  It is very scary for me to cross and I try to wait until there is “NO” traffic coming in either direction which can take up to an hour of sitting and waiting to cross in either direction.

One day as I was crossing to get back home I got ready for a long wait, I turned my scooter off and let my body just sink into the seat as I sat at a bank parking lot that was easier to cross from.  The weather was hot, no shade and just whispered a prayer “Lord, help me cross”

I had no sooner prayed when a man’s voice behind me spoke in Spanish… “Mam, do you want to cross?”.. I never even heard him pull up and park behind me. Before I could answer he says “Come on” and walked right onto the busy street, waved his arms and halted traffic like some sort of “TRAFFIC ANGEL” with both arms stretched out, palms up in a “stop” signal and all the traffic, even big semi trucks came to a complete stop…

Then with a humble gentle voice he says.. “you may go now”  I was a bit embarrassed, but turned on my scooter (which didn’t have a fast mode) and made traffic wait a little longer as I rode across the street wishing I had a “hurry up button” and thanked my traffic angel as I passed him.

Later I posted the story on my Facebook page and a Pastor friend told me it was his brother. He forwarded the story to him and said. “He cried when you called him a ‘traffic angel'”, said no one has ever referred to him as an angel. O:)

Angels on earth

Submitted by a reader: Mae Dricken

After spending a delightful fall day with a friend on a tour to the Cranberry Fest in Warrens, WI we headed back to Fond du Lac where the bus left us off to pick up our cars.

I dropped my friend off at her house and headed home to West Bend on Hwy 41 thinking of all the fun and excitement of the day. I was in a very happy frame of mind as I drove along by myself.

My happiness was short-lived however, when about ten minutes out of Fond du Lac, I got a flat tire. Which was quite a surprise, since I had a new car and new tires. Needless to say, I now know the true meaning of loneliness. There I was at ten o’clock at night, in total darkness, by myself and without a phone.

I sat there in the car, I don’t recall how long, trying to talk myself into staying calm. Telling myself not to cry. Finally I realized just sitting there wasn’t helping the situation one iota. So I got out of the car and proceeded to open the trunk and analyze the job ahead of me. Several things were against me. First of all, it was totally dark, secondly, the cars were whizzing by so fast that I thought I would be blown away, and last but certainly not least, I need to wear glasses to read and I didn’t have them along with me that day. So the instruction booklet that I located in the trunk was of very little use to me.

As I began to take the spare tire, etc. out of the trunk, I prayed to God to keep me from harm and if possible, assist me in the task ahead. I prayed that no one would stop for fear of being robbed or worse, but I also prayed that someone would stop to help me. I’m sure that God was as confused as I was about what I wanted at that point.

Well anyway, getting to the Godincidence part of my story. A couple of months earlier, I had subscribed to a magazine entitled, “Angels on Earth.” I read many stories of people describing how an angel had helped them out of dangerous or troublesome situations. So, as I was sitting alone on the side of this very dangerous highway, I changed my prayer to something like this – “Dear God, if we do have an angel to watch over us, please send mine to me now, for I am in serious trouble. As I worked, I prayed, and immediately at the end of my prayer for an angel to help me, a car pulled over to the side of the road, right in front of mine. Now I began to panic. All the horror stories I’ve heard came to mine at this point. Would this be a “friend or foe”? As I sat there nervously by the side of my car, in total darkness, a young girl came to me (I guessed her age to be early twenties) she asked if I needed help and I filled her in on what was going on. She told me she was on her way home from work and for some reason, had this strong feeling that she should stop to help. She also said that she never stops on the highway to help anyone for fear of what could happen to her and because her mom would never allow it. But somehow she felt she needed to stop at this time. I told her that I had just pray for my angel to help me and that I know she is my angel! She told me that that was the nicest thing that anyone had ever said to her. She then drove me back to Fond du Lac to my friend’s house and as we drove she told me she worked at the Ramada Inn, in Fond du Lac, was a senior in high school in Lomira, and was just 18 years old.

This incident happened in September of 1997 and we have been corresponding ever since. She has gone through some hard times in her life, which I’ve been trying to help her through. I also purchased a gold and silver angel pin for her to pin to her jacket to remind her that she is my angel. I’m not sure what reason God meant for us to meet, but I am as sure as night is dark, that there is a reason, and someday we will be enlightened, as to what that reason might be.

Thank you for reading my story, I just love sharing it with whomever I can. God does work in mysterious ways, doesn’t He?

A night out

Shared by a reader

Hello Kathie and thank you for your site. I am a Christian (Australian) living in London and trying to understand more about God-incidences, having had some confusing ones happening recently. Generally, I wonder what is the reason for them? I thought to share one:

Recently I was at The Globe Theatre, London one night with a friend. The theatre is modelled on a Shakespearian theatre, with upper and lower floors and the theatre was packed. At interval by friend and I went into the courtyard. Amidst the crowd I thought I saw someone in the distance who seemed familar…someone I had known in Fellowship group in Sydney in my teens. “Ridiculous” I thought, “he’ll be with his wife in northern NSW”. Still, there was something very familar about his movement. He left the area for a while, but seeing him was ‘bugging me’. He returned to the courtyard and I thought “well, here I go making a fool of myself” and went up to him and said, “helllo, I think….” then – indeed my friend from Sydney!! – turned and hugged me. We exchanged contact details and met the next day to catch up.

That we met was, I think, quite incredible – a God-incidence. He was only in London for 2 nigthts, this was the only night he went out in London and we happened to be at the same theatre – of all the theatres in London – and that I happened to recognise him in a crowd. He, his wife and I had just fallen out of touch over time, for no especially reason, but it’s lovely to be in touch with them again.

I found my shoes!

This was sent to me by Gloria, a reader and I thought I’d share it with you.  Thanks for sharing Gloria.

I needed athletic shoes and finding this for me it’s hard: wide feet. We are also a one-income household.  I am a stay-at-home mom.  So I prayed about this a few days ago. First I got a $10 coupon to this one store. So I went last night: after trying MANY brands I found the winner. Then I checked the clearance rack: found them in my size (different color) on sale! Reg. $65, on sale for $49.96, minus 40%, minus $10 = ANSWERED PRAYER!

Coincidence? NOT! God-incidence! You do the math (I’m bad at it). BUT it pays off to pray even about the little necessities of this sinner.  Although I have Salvation, I’m still a sinner…however, God answers even my little prayers!

For such a time as this …

My daughter Julia often brings L (age 13) and T (age 12) to church, and we have kind of “adopted” this family especially since their parents separated last year, looking after them in whatever way we can.

Sadly, their Dad committed suicide a week ago. As their Mum doesn’t drive or have a car, it was arranged for a relative to drive L to the funeral in a country town some three hours away (T didn’t want to go); and that we would bring her back home.

However I couldn’t believe my eyes when L’s family came out of the house to say hello, there was a face I recognised! The grandmother’s sister was K – a lady from our church who had visited our cell group only a couple of weeks before! Being a large church, we probably wouldn’t have met otherwise. I know we were both encouraged, even without saying a word, to realise that there is another Christian in this family’s life to love and care for them.

Now if that isn’t a God-incidence, I don’t know what is!

Of course it’s devastating that their dad took his own life –  but at least God has been busy placing His people all around the family to support them, and hopefully love them into His Kingdom. “For such a time as this …”

Finding Missing Things

Since I published my latest book about God-Incidences it’s highlighted to others how simple every day actions could actually be a God-Incidence. So I’m going to start sharing with you some of the stories that have been sent in to me.  Here’s the first one.

Good luck with your book launch Kathie.  I received the first ‘God Incidence’ that I chose to recognize this week.

It was simple really.  The previous day I had been sorting a LOT of papers and I wrote a small list of some things I wanted to do soon.  Then I could not find the list.

The next day I decided I would go and look for it (in all the mess), but the phone rang.  It was a lovely call and it prompted me to look in my diary, and out fell the small list of things to do.

It may not seem like much, but it was such a simple thing (and I HATE losing things) and at the time, I was feeling quite alone (not just because I work from a home office), so I felt as if I really did have someone by my side.

After reading some of your blog today, I will probably start seeing a lot more of these in the future – how blind I have been!

Cheers, Sue

And it really is that simple – God helping us to find things.   Kathie.

Seeking Expertise Brings Friendship

When I decided to start writing a children’s novel in March 2006, I knew I would need expert help with police procedures that would form a large part of the story. I Googled “Victorian Police Christian Fellowship” hoping to come up with something and found one obscure entry that talked about a Senior Sergeant who was disappointed that the Fellowship no longer existed and had started an email prayer support group for fellow Police Officers.

There was an email link and I sent off an inquiry asking the Senior Sergeant if he knew of anyone who might be willing to help. The entry on Google was almost two years old and I had no idea if the email link would still work.

Within an hour, I received an unexpected phone call. It was the Senior Sergeant – now an acting District Inspector – asking for more information.

I told him of my needs, and what I hoped to do. By the end of my phone call, I had my very own Police Liaison Officer; a Christian, who said he would be delighted to give me any help I needed. Eighteen months later, after countless emails, a few phone calls, two visits to Melbourne including one where I stayed with Paul and his family, my novel is complete.

Along the way, Paul spent twelve months in East Timor as part of the United Nations Peace Keeping Force, and I was able to write an article on his experiences as part of an assignment for a writing course I’m currently doing.

Not only did I receive help with my novel, and an important assignment, but I have made some new friends who have given me so much love and support on my journey as a writer.

Lynne Churchyard, Faithwriters.com

Tap on the Shoulder

The place was my home, a suburb of Sydney.  It was winter,the year was 2000.

While my city was celebrating the wonder of our first Olympic games, my life was about to change, forever.  I was asleep, and had entered the dream world. Here I was, strolling beside the sea-side, water so blue and crystal-clear, the sand beneath my feet soft as silk and so white that it was almost blinding.

There was no other soul on the beach, but suddenly I was aware of a presence walking beside me, speaking words of comfort, reassurance. I couldn’t see the face, but I immediately recognised the person. His dress was almost as white as the sand that we walked upon, it felt like time had stopped. Just as clear as this picture was, so too the feeling of a tap on my shoulder. The kind of tapping as if someone were trying to get my attention, and I awoke.

Looking around the bedroom, I expected to wake with either my husband, or one of my children needing me… everyone lay fast asleep.

The next morning, I gathered the family, describing the dream, and the sensation of the hand on my shoulder…no one could explain so I tried to put it out of my mind.

he following day brought my answer. My mother, who had been fighting a battle with cancer, had fallen during the night…. my father found her the next morning.  As I drove my car recklessly up the motorway to her house, I realised in an instant my dream had been a message, a warning. I will always believe that the dream along with the hand that woke me, were both letting me know… ‘Get ready’

“Side by Side” poem written by Debbie Stevens, is based upon this incident.

Change of Flight Plan

It was 1970 and I had flown to Hawaii to meet my husband for R&R. He had been serving in the U.S. Army, in Vietnam. We had a wonderful week there and neither of us wanted to leave. He had to return to Vietnam and I had to fly back to Tennessee.

I was flying on a special military stand-by fare. The night prior to our departure, I received a call from the airline telling me that I had been placed on a later flight, due to my original flight being oversold. “What am I going to do with all this time between you leaving and my flight time?” I cried, as I melted into his arms. I was so sad about being separated and this just added to my distress.

When I returned home on the later flight, I was stunned to see on the news that the flight I initially was scheduled to be on had crashed, killing everyone aboard! I have never questioned a flight change or delay since.

Pam Archer
http://www.homespunhighlights.wordpress.com

Welcome Back

I awoke on the morning of August 2, 1977 with such intense nausea, that I barely made it to the bathroom. You can imagine my horror when upon vomiting I beheld a stream of bright, red blood! The heaving went on unabated. I could not stop it until finally, blind, I surmise by a dramatic drop in blood pressure, I felt my way to the top of the stairs and called for Danny. He found me, unconscious, on the bathroom floor, where I had felt my way back, still blind, to vomit again.

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There was no tunnel. There was simply this lovely, soft, ever brightening light. It was like being cradled within a frosted light bulb – all white and soft and glowing, and it was as though the air was made up of music and vibrations. It was a place of teaching, a place of learning, a place… of love. Slowly, oh so slowly, I became aware of a feeling of complete acceptance. Here was love! Profound, exquisite love! I was bathed in it, enveloped in it, completely surrounded by it. I was with God, Creator, whatever name you wish to give the Supreme Being, and I was saturated with love! Finally, I understood what He meant in my earlier vision when He said, “I love you!”

To come to any kind of understanding of what I felt, one would have to go back, back, back to when they were so very young, were hungry, maybe crying. Their mother would come, pick them up, and hold them, and they went from being hungry and uncomfortable to a feeling of warmth and safety and love. That comes as close as I can get to explaining how I felt.

I had never experienced this type of love and acceptance before. I remember thinking, This is how it is! I knew it would be this way! And, I remember finally feeling whole and worthy and safe.

There is a saying that goes something like “Recipe for one happy adult: Take one child, marinate in love for approximately 16 years until ripe and juicy.” This must be what God does. We are not aware of it on this plane, but deep down, the love is there. I don’t think we could function if we felt the full force of God’s love. The glory of it would be too distracting. When I went Home, I recognized it instantly and knew that it had been there all along! Now, I knew who I was! I had my reference, my compass, my oar! I was so happy, so very, very happy.

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It was with a great deal of reluctance, that I opened my eyes in the Intensive Care Unit of the hospital. I returned to this life with deep sorrow for what I had left behind. I felt lonely, bereft, robbed of my birthright. I was back in the cold, heartless world in which I had spent 24 years, without love, protection and companionship. I wept.

I felt someone holding my hand and looked up. There was Michelle, a friend of mine, who was a nurse at the hospital. She smiled, and smoothing the hair back from my face, whispered through a tear-filled voice, “We thought we had lost you. Welcome back.”

Excerpt from Son of My Soul – The Adoption of Christopher, Debra Shiveley Welch, Saga Books: Chapter 10 “The Reborn”

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