Angels in our midst.
We sat in Shirley's living room as I returned the things I rescued from her bashed car. I described the accident. She sat close to her ailing husband in his wheelchair, massaging his cold hand, gentle and full of grace and love. She was just relieved there were no serious injuries. A car is a car.
One of the young men who was a passenger in the car that struck mine, a Muslim engineering student from Saudi Arabia, said the same thing as we stood beside the busy highway Sunday night.
So many kind messages received, all voicing the same thing, many of them accompanied by prayers.
We walk through tough times but are surrounded by angels on the ground as well as those who are invisible.
God is good. Without much delay, he provided a replacement rental car from the hotel next door, so today I can go forth again, more cautious and a little fearful, to check out future possibilities for Mom. Shoulders and neck slightly aching, but heart so full of gratitude.
This is the day the Lord has made and I rejoice in him.
Thank you. The theme of this thanksgiving week. From the heart.
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