CUP OF COMFORT: Lucky
- Jewell Johnson
- Apr 28, 2016
- 1 min read
“He orders his angels to protect you wherever you go.”
Psalm 91:11
• I liked everything about my new job working evenings—every- thing but the thirteen-mile drive home on a deserted road. “Don’t drive that road without a gun,” a policeman advised me. But I didn’t own a gun, nor would I know how to use one. And . . . Couldn’t I rely on God’s angels for protection? One night as I sped through the darkness, I heard a flap- ping sound—a fat tire. I pulled over and noticed I’d parked beside an automobile proving field. As I pondered what to do, headlights began to weave across the field toward me. At the gate, a lone figure got out of his car. “Lucky I just finished my shift,” the security guard said as he began changing my tire. Luck? I prefer, “Heavenly blessing.” Or perhaps, “Angelic protection.” Call on the angels. They’re everywhere, but they don’t always wear white robes.
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