ANGELS WATCHING OVER US
A True story
By Nancy E Rader
For He shall give His Angels charge over thee, to keep thee in all thy ways.
They shall bear thee up in their hands lest thou dash thy foot against a stone.
Palms 91: 11 & 12
We lived in Phillipsburg, Kansas where my father was a minister. On Sabbath afternoons after church we enjoyed taking rides out into the country just to enjoy the scenery and nature and sometimes we would go to a park and take a nature hike. On occasions we would even go to visit friends or go visiting new church members with my dad. It was on one of those late Sabbath afternoons that my story takes place.
I was about 2 years old and my brother Kenny was 4. We were exactly two years and two months apart, to the day. How we both enjoyed those family outings on Sabbath afternoon!
Not having a whole lot of money, our car was fairly old and in need of a few repairs. Even so, it was a good car and it always got us where we needed to go. We considered our car a blessing from the Lord. Even though it was not the newest car in the world, to Kenny and me the car was like new. I guess you could say that my brother and I had that child like Faith, we believed that God could make all things new.
As I recall we had had a real bad storm Friday evening and like always behind a bad storm with strong winds there were tree limbs all over the ground and some of the roads were flooded. Some of the church members even had trouble getting to church that morning because of the flooded country roads.
On this particular Sabbath morning we went to Church with thanksgiving in our hearts, because God had carried us through
the storm, the night before. As a child I had always loved to sing and no matter where we went, I was usually the one to start the singing. Then my dad would chime in with me and before long my mom and brother were singing along. Since I had been afraid during the storm the night before, I was in full voice and ready to Praise Jesus for taking care of us. After I had sung all the little songs I knew, the only thing I knew to do was to start singing them over and over again until we reached our destination. I could usually wear my family out and when they were tired of singing, I would continue on by myself, and this Sabbath morning was no different except that I wanted to make sure that Jesus knew how happy I was that He had finally stilled the storm.
Since I was just a child I really do not remember what my dad’s sermon was about, but my mom had told me that one of the Bible texts that he had used was Psalms 91:11 & 12. Little did we know that morning how that Bible text would come to life for us that very afternoon!
After church we went home, ate our lunch and rested for awhile, because we were invited to a friend’s house in the evening for supper. After sundown we were going to play some games and enjoy some popcorn and apples. Kenny and I were all excited about going because they had children around our age, and we knew that we were in for a good time. Our friends lived out in the country and there was always something exciting to do on their farm. We used to love playing in their barn when it was full of hay. What fun it was to jump down on the different layers of hay and to play hide and seek behind the hay bales.
Finally the time came for us to leave and we all piled into our car. After we were all settled in, as was my dad’s custom before we took off, he offered up a prayer to Jesus asking Him to send His guarding angels to watch over us as we ventured out to enjoy our evening. Kenny and I were so excited to get there we could hardly sit still in the back seat. I think we kind of made a game of standing up and leaning over the front seat and asking daddy, are we almost there yet? (Seat belts and car seats for children had not been invented yet) As we started down a steep hill I stood up and was leaning over the front seat looking out the front windshield. I wanted to see just how steep the hill really was. I remember saying to my dad that this hill sure would be fun to go sledding down. The sun was beginning to go down and it was positioned just right in the sky to block our vision. None of us could really see very far ahead, so we had no idea just what lay ahead at the end of the hill. My dad’s vision must have been better than mine was because he started to put on the brakes. Then I heard him say, “We have no brakes and there is a wash out up ahead, Dear Lord help us!” I could feel the car picking up speed and the next thing I knew our car jerked so hard that I tumbled over the front seat and landed on the floor in the front by my mom’s feet. We were all a little stunned and just sat there for a few moments trying to get our bearings and figure out just what had happened. After my dad gained his composure he asked if anyone was hurt. No one was hurt except for me, and all I had was just a few bruises but no other injuries. We all climbed out of the car to see just what had happened and to our surprise our car had stopped just a few inches from falling into the deep wash out. We just stood there staring into the deep crevice not saying a
word. I finally spoke up and said, “Daddy, Jesus sent his angels to stop our car for us, didn’t he?” My dad reached down and picked me up in his strong arms and said, “Yes He sure did!” We all knelt down right there in that muddy road and thanked the Lord for sending His guarding angels to watch over us.
We still did not have any brakes and we had to walk back to a farm house to call a wrecker to come out and tow our car to a garage where we could get the brakes fixed.
Many years have passed since that day and I am now 60 years older but I have not forgotten that afternoon. I am anxiously waiting for Jesus to come and take us home with Him. I want to talk to the angel or angels that saved our family that Sabbath afternoon.
The angel of the Lord encampath around about them that fear Him and deliverth them
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