Angel At The Bus Stop (Author Unknown)
This story is possibly fictional but is still a great inspiration -- a "modern day" parable that restores one's faith in God's love.
There was still a steady rain when Amy trudged into the shelter at the bus stop that evening. Sitting heavily on the bench, she stared at a muddy gutter, and wondered when things would ever change. So much had been wrong; she felt she was slowly being crushed inside. The physical therapy after the auto accident was only supposed to be for a couple weeks. The weeks had stretched to months, and although she could walk now, she still fought for balance on her steps, and the numbing ache still robbed her of sleep most nights.
Her broken collarbone still ached too, when it rained, like today. Her stomach growled, and she grimaced at the thought of food. All the medications were ruining her appetite. She was so tired of being sick. So tired of being tired. Amy sat lost in thought, as the rain dripped steadily off the awning. Suddenly, she was aware of white service shoes in front of her line of vision. Startled, she followed the sturdy uniform-clad legs up to see pudgy tan hands clasped around an ample waist within a bright blue scrub shirt. She looked up into a pair of crinkled-rimmed kind brown eyes, and realized a woman was speaking to her.
"Are you all right, honey?" she was saying. Without warning, Amy burst into tears. In seconds, the woman had stepped close, and pulled Amy's head to her ample bosom, and held her quietly close. The moment passed, and Amy straightened up, apologizing profusely through her tears. "Stop Amy," said the soft voice. "God knows when we're drowning, and need His touch. The sun will come out again for you." Gently she kissed Amy's forehead, and turned to walk away. "Wait!" cried Amy, "How did you know my name?!"
"God knows all His children by name, child." As Amy blinked in astonishment, the bus arrived, blocking her view. As she stood up, shaking her head, the voice came again. At the same moment as the breaking sunbeams. In the mist steaming off the pavement, Amy distinctly heard, "He knows you needed to be held in His arms, for just a moment. To hear His heartbeat. He sent me to wrap you in it today."
I am often asked by sceptics, Why do we need angels? In truth, I don't know. God can deal with us in any way that pleases him to do so. He can speak with us directly, in a burning bush, in dreams, visions, through friends and specifically through the Scriptures. Yet, he also employs angels.
The Scripture says angels were created for his pleasure. Perhaps it is as simple as that -- it pleases God to send the supernatural heavenly beings to minister to his children, or maybe we are the angels he sends as we visit or meet someone in our everyday journey.
How often has someone said to you ‘I’m so pleased you came or so pleased that you telephoned, I needed to hear your voice! This coming week as we walk with the Lord may we continue to be blessed and be a blessing to those we meet or talk to.
We may not always know why we end up in some situations ....but may we always know that it was from God."
With my Love and Prayers
Rev Pat
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