Saturday, January 03, 2009

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Subject: Fwd: Psalm 55:22

Psalm 55:22 --- you really need to read this.
'Friends are God's way of taking care of us.'
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 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 a 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 fuelling, walked next door to 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 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 fee t 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 2008, and I picked you.?

Please pass this to four people you want to be blessed and
a copy back to me.

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 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.'

I know I picked more than four -- you can, too. When Satan
is knocking at your door, simply say, 'Jesus, could You please get that for me….

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