There are angels all around to help us in life.
I remember one time when I was traveling in my Jeep leaving Rochester, New York driving to Los Angeles, California. I thought it would be a good idea to take the longer, scenic route through Denver, Colorado instead of taking a faster, more direct route because I wanted to travel a way I never traveled before and see some new sights.
Well, the Lord had mercy on me and sent an angel to help me. The angel was disguised as an elderly African-American man who was a truck driver. He was driving a big 18 wheeler and said “hi” to me. I said hi back being friendly. He asked if I needed some help because I was messing with the tarp covering my mattress tied to the top of my Jeep trying to get it to stay on. I said, “Yes, I could use some help getting this tarp tied down.”
After he helped me get the tarp secure, he asked where I was going. I told him I was driving to Los Angeles, and showed him my clever plan to go the long route so I could see parts of the country I hadn’t seen yet. The man looked concerned and said, “You know there’s a much better route through Tennessee where you can catch Interstate 40 and ride all the way to Arizona. Then you can head south to Interstate 10 into Los Angeles.” I thought about it for a minute and decided to take his suggestion. It sounded a lot easier and like a lot less trouble considering I was traveling by myself and pulling a U-Haul trailer.
After he convinced me to take this much more direct route, I asked him how it was to be a truck driver. Well, he told me a sad story about how he’s just doing this to make a living. He worked for McDonald’s for thirty years and retired, but there was no pension or retirement benefits associated with his job. So, he had to drive this truck. It seemed so unfair to give your life to a company and not at least have some benefits thirty years later. I felt sad for him. We then said good-bye to each other as he wished me a safe trip. I said it was nice to meet him and thanked him for helping me find a better route to Los Angeles.
It was only twenty seconds later when I looked back at my newfound friend to wave a final good-bye. Sure enough, he was gone just that quickly, along with his 18 wheeler. I figured out he was an angel sent to me by God because there is no way he could have gotten into his big truck and pulled off within twenty seconds.
The bible says be careful with who we’re talking to because we might be talking to angels unaware.
“Be not forgetful to entertain strangers: for thereby some have entertained angels unawares,” (Hebrews 13:2).
I appreciated my angel, and yep, I got to Los Angeles safely but not before I experienced radiator trouble in Flagstaff due to the high altitude. Just think if I would have gone through Colorado, my Jeep probably wouldn’t have made it. Thank you, angel, for helping me.
I did a Masterclass called Angels to Help Us that tells of another time when I saw an angel to help me in life. You can listen to it here.
Love healing hearts, Shirah Chante
PS – Thinking back on your life, have you ever talked to an angel?