For he will command his angels covering you
to guard you in all your ways” Psalm 91:9-11
In 1993 my youngest son Robert was ten at the time and went to visit his dad. He was to stay with him for a couple of days. It was one of those rare mornings where I didn’t have to get anyone ready but myself. It is near lunchtime and I get a call from Bobby. He seems upset.
”Kathy, something is wrong with Robert, he’s unconscious.” He told me.
I can’t remember what he said next--I was numb. I managed to ask him “what’s wrong with him, where is he?”
“I don’t know what’s wrong with him but he’s at Children’s Hospital!” he responded.
“Children’s Hospital!” I exclaimed. This hospital I known for handling the most critical and life urgent needs of children. What is my son doing there?
I hung up the phone, frantically told my supervisor what was going on and bolted out the front door to my car. I started to imagine my son dying.
“Oh please God don’t let him die! Please Lord …please!” I cried out to the Lord.
I was zooming down the Virginian highway. Children’s Hospital is in Washington DC. I tried to think of the best way there. “I’ll go up 14th Street and then once I was get to Howard …oh it’s somewhere back there” I told myself. I didn’t stop praying “Please God …” I don’t know how fast I was going and didn’t care “I have to get to my child!” I cried out.
I had just crossed over into Washington DC when I heard a police siren. “Ohh no !” I looked in the mirror and saw a police car right behind me!
My mind was racing with thoughts and prayers “Please God help me! I know I ’ll just tell the officer to give me the ticket! I’ll tell him that my son is in the hospital and he can give me the ticket but hurry because right now I don’t care about getting a ticket…I’ve got to get to my son!” I pulled over and stopped the car. A tall medium-built black police officer approached my window. I was about to tell him about my situation, when before I could get the words out, he looked at me and said “Calm down, sit back, he’ll be all right!”
What did he just say to me? I thought. I just stared at him.
“Calm down, sit back, he’ll be all right” he said again.
How did he know Robert was in the hospital? Who is he? I sat there looking at him. He by that time was turning around facing the road with his back towards me and then he crossed his arms.
My mind was reeling. “I didn’t tell him about Robert…how did he know? I was stunned. I just sat there in disbelief.
After what seemed like ten minutes yet only a few, he turned around, smiled and asked, “Are you ok?”
I shook my head up and down to indicate yes.
“Ok, take this street and make a right…” I started to cut him off because I wanted to tell him the way I was planning to go to the hospital.
He didn’t let me finish, he just repeated again “Take this street, make a right, go to North Capitol street…etc.” As he was giving me the way he wanted me to go to the hospital. I knew instinctively that I should obey. He didn’t want me to go the way I had planned.
“Ok” I said.
“He’ll be alright!” he said again with a smile.
He then walked out into the street and stopped traffic. He then motioned for me to pull out and continue. Still in a daze as I was driving up the street I looked into the rear view mirror and he wasn’t there-he had disappeared! No car, no police officer, just traffic.
I knew then what I feared to say-I had an encounter with an angel! God’s messenger was sent to help me. To calm me down because I probably hurling towards an accident and God also wanted me to know that Robert, no matter what I would see or encounter, would be alright because He said so!
When I arrived at the hospital Robert was lying unconscious in a CAT scan tube. If it hadn’t been for the Lord giving me such obvious assurance that Robert would be ok I know I would have been hysterical seeing my son lying there. I thought about how God loved me so much that he sent an angel to calm down this crazy, hysterical woman, who probably would have been in an accident herself otherwise. He made sure that I was in a proper state to drive a vehicle in busy city traffic. To get safely to the hospital and see my son unconscious knowing I had already the assurance that “he will be alright!”
If you died today, are you absolutely certain that you would go to heaven? You can be! TRUST JESUS NOW
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This story is just amazing. It is so well written that I felt as though I was there myself. When you first mentioned the policeman, I thought to myself, "It must be an angel!" Praise God he was. Thank you for having the faith to share this. God Bless.