Quick Angels?
- Gena Bradford
- Oct 8, 2016
- 1 min read
“He orders his angels to protect you wherever you go.
They will hold you with their hands. . . .”
Psalms 91:11–12
• “No, Ronnie, I can’t swim that far.” “I’ll help you,” my boyfriend said. So we plunged into the river. But a deep current pushed us downstream and made even floating impossible. “Ronnie, I’m exhausted. I can’t make it to the other side.” “I can’t either,” he called. I was on my own. Wildly, I looked around for help. No boaters . . . no people! “God, I can’t make it. Help me!” A strong hand grabbed mine. Shocked, I looked up to see two men in a small motorboat. One was pulling me in. I hadn’t called out for help, because there had been no one there when I had just looked. He then pulled in Ronnie, and they took us back to our picnic site. After grabbing our towels, we turned to wave good-bye, but the men were gone. How did they disappear so fast? God hears the cries of His children and may answer with His messengers.
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