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I Have Seen Angels, Part II

It was a dark time in my life. My husband and I were having problems and in desperation we moved three hours away to a new city.

We moved into our new place on December 1, 2004. I began a new semester at the college in January and the children settled in at Avondale elementary. It was a lot more expensive to live there than we were used to, but we seemed to be doing ok. I didn’t know it at the time, but he had already been seeing someone else before we even moved. Apparently the plan was to move me and the kids there, ditch us after a few weeks, and move back to his hometown to be with his new girlfriend.

Anyway, the second week of January my husband’s aunt committed suicide and he was devastated. We both felt guilty for leaving such a short time before that happened. He wanted to go back home to the funeral alone, and I said I understood. What could I do? What I didn’t understand was why he insisted I did not tell the children that their favourite great-aunt had passed away. He was gone more than a week. It was bitterly cold out. and with no vehicle it was really hard to get the kids and I to school. We were running out of money and the bills were coming due when he finally returned home. He was different. Cold. Distant. It was bleak, and about to get a whole lot worse.

He wasn’t there more than two or three days when we had a huge fight. He frightened me so badly that I left with the kids to a motel for the night. The next morning he was gone. He called from his cell to tell me he needed some time to “think”, so he was going back home to his mother’s place. He never returned.

So there I was. Alone in a city with two children who were depending on me. I had no car, no job, and we had no choice but to survive on my student allowance.

I was pretty depressed, as anyone would be, but I tried hard to make that time in my children’s lives more bearable. I tried to turn our heartbreak into an adventure. I bought food my husband was allergic to. We watched movies he disapproved of. I listened to my music and danced around the house with my kids. We slept out in the living room like it was a camp-out.

Then there were the bad days. The days I would send them off to school, skip class for myself, and curl up with coffee and sad music. Those were the days of Yahoo’s Launchcast Plus radio stations in every imaginable genre. I would listen to the Christian station and pray for God to be with me, to give me strength to go on, to get through this. All of my dreams seemed a million miles away and I felt broken. Slowly, as I began reading the Word and drawing close to God, I felt Him draw closer to me. I felt His presence. I felt safe and comforted.

On one evening, as I was laying on the futon we used for a bed, with the children sleeping beside me, I felt particularly alone. I had the TV on, but I wasn’t paying attention to it. While I was staring ahead something happened that I will do my best to try to explain. It’s like a curtain was drawn back and I could “see” into somewhere else, and that somewhere was Heaven. The most amazing part of it was I was fully awake and I could see the edges of my television stand and the wall around the space I was looking into. In this place I saw someone I  knew was an Angel. He was dressed in white, dazzling white, with gold accents. His hair was golden and he had the most serene smile on his face. I felt instantly peaceful, and filled with such incredibly sweet joy that I can’t even compare it to anything I’ve felt before, or since.

The Angel was holding a silver platter. On the platter was a bakery store picture perfect loaf of bread and a silver pitcher of beautiful ruby red wine. He then knelt before me and placed the platter in front of me, and just as instantly as this vision appeared, it was gone, and the television came back into focus again.

I was bewildered, almost second guessing, but no, I knew what I saw. I wasn’t sleeping (the very thought was laughable since I had bad insomnia since my husband had left us). The next day I was talking to someone on the phone trying to decipher what it might have meant, when my son (who I didn’t even realize was listening) said, “Mom, that’s Communion”. As soon as he said that it became clear to me, and I began to cry. I knew God was with me, and my children, and He would care for us.

Real Love

Last night my husband kissed me and drove off. It was his last shift before two days off. He is a truck driver. He told me he would call in the morning before driving home (about an hour away). He didn’t make it there.
About five minutes after he left home he merged onto the highway and saw lights coming at him. He tried to swerve, but the vehicle swerved into his path again. He pulled over as far as he could and just managed to avoid being hit. He knew the person was trying to hit him, and he also knew that if the person managed to hit him, they would both die from the impact as he had no trailer attached to the truck at the time. The other vehicle kept on and swerved down the off-ramp.
My husband took the next exit and followed the highway until he came to the place where the vehicle exited. He found horror there. The guy had hit the guardrail, but didn’t die. He was hurt, but he got out of his vehicle. A car with an older lady had stopped, and another with a young man. The older woman was screaming when my husband drove up because the man had doused himself in something and lit himself on fire! The man was drunk and was trying to commit suicide. He ran into the brush, and that started smoking too. There is no stop-drop-and roll when you use an accelerant, so it burned him too badly to really help, but the other two people and my husband tried to help him. The lady called the paramedics and another person stopped traffic until the police and paramedics came.
The young man and older woman climbed up to the road and left the burned man there. All they did was stop when the car crashed. They left him for whatever reason.
My husband stayed with him, pulled off his hat and stroked his hair and talked very gently to him as they waited. My husband had compassion, and extended grace to the man as he lay dying. My husband asked him why he drove into an oncoming lane. It was then the dying man realized he could have killed my husband and he apologized. My husband accepted his apology and tried to talk to him about God. The man was so upset that his family and God had rejected him and that he just wanted to die, but my husband stayed and told him God forgives, if you only believe!! He wasn’t angry at the man for almost killing him, for he looked past all of the mess to see a hurting person and he tried to help him and point him to God.
My husband is upstairs resting after the trauma. I hope he can heal from it in time, but for now he needs prayers. You see, as Christians, this is what we are called to do! To Love.

Micah 6:8
He has shown you, O man, what is good; what does the Lord require of you
But to do justly,
To love mercy,
And to walk humbly with your God?
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**UPDATE**

The man is alive, we have no idea how, but he is. He could also use your prayers as if he ultimately survives it will be a long road to recovery.  My husband is seeing a grief counsellor tomorrow provided by his company. The other people who were at the scene are being taken care of by Victim’s Services.