Then Peter came to himself and said, “Now I know without a doubt that the Lord has sent his angel and rescued me from Herod’s clutches and from everything the Jewish people were hoping would happen.”
12 When this had dawned on him, he went to the house of Mary the mother of John, also called Mark, where many people had gathered and were praying. 13 Peter knocked at the outer entrance, and a servant named Rhoda came to answer the door. 14 When she recognized Peter’s voice, she was so overjoyed she ran back without opening it and exclaimed, “Peter is at the door!”
15 “You’re out of your mind,” they told her. When she kept insisting that it was so, they said, “It must be his angel.”
16 But Peter kept on knocking, and when they opened the door and saw him, they were astonished. 17 Peter motioned with his hand for them to be quiet and described how the Lord had brought him out of prison. “Tell James and the other brothers and sisters about this,” he said, and then he left for another place.
A reader posted a comment recently. It was so well written and insightful, I thought I’d share it today as a special post. Thank you Dianne from Big Spring. You bless me and many others:
This issue [December 12] of Reflections reminds me of an encounter I am certain was with an angel, but I read your story and continued on reading email without comment. It is now 1:03 in the morning, my hands are arthritic and my 87 year old mind not at my best, but I think we should tell our stories for we can never know who might be in great need of hearing them. You may remember me from serving 12 years on the Texas District Board of Directors of CEF. What a blessing to be chosen to serve!
It was a big white pick-up truck with no markings nor a company logo. I would not have noticed it on any ordinary day, but this day, on a lonely day in the thickest dirt storm I have ever encountered and on an Interstate highway, I am certain this big white pick-up truck saved the lives of my 11 year old grand-daughter and myself.
We had left Midland, Texas and on our way home to Big Spring when I glanced North because the wind had picked up and getting dirty. Dirt storms are not unusual in West Texas, but this one looked like a huge mountain range moving towards us and as I noticed cars and big 18 wheelers taking the upcoming exit to Stanton, Texas I decided it best that we should also and pulled into the near-by gas station, parking on the south side of the building, thinking it good protection from the wind and dirt.
It was a good protective place on the south side of the building to be able to see upward thru breaks in the cloud of dirt as the layers of dirt moved in different directions. It was a monster of a dirt storm and thinking to deflect fear for my grand-daughter we sat talking while the car rocked with the pounding wind.
After awhile, the wind and dirt began to subside and as other cars and trucks began getting back onto the highway, we did also. After a few miles I hadn’t noticed that the wind and dirt was nearly upon us again until I realized we were alone on the road when I became totally blinded, not being able to see even the surface of the road in the thick blowing dirt!
Thinking that I was still in the right hand, East going lane of the Highway, I was suddenly aware of a big white pick-up truck slowly pulling up on the right side of our car! I saw that I was totally disoriented!I Not at all in the right hand lane, but in the far left land!
I did not see any headlights from the up coming truck, but the surface of the highway was cleared as if on a bright sunny day and I saw that I was not only on the far left lane, but barely on the surface of the road, totally disoriented and pretty certain to have left the road and rolled over into the ravine if not for that very big white pick-up truck!
The big white truck pulled slowly ahead of us and as it did, I could easily see to pull over behind him. I didn’t see a driver, but I was not looking for one and focused on holding the car steady and closely behind him. As we went on a few more miles like this, the surface of the road remained clearly visible even though the only thing I could see in the blinding dirt, was the roadway surface and that big white truck. Praise God!
After I don’t know how long, the wind and dirt cleared and that big white truck moved over into the left lane of the highway, slowly crossing over and into the median decline from our East bound lane and West from whence he had come out of nowhere!
Praise God! He had surely sent His Holy Spirit to save grandmother and child on that stormy day! There have been other unusual situations that just must have been the work of the Holy Spirit and my prayer is always that He will give me the wisdom to do His Will when these things happen.
My granddaughter is now grown with a family of her own and teaching reading, writing and English as a second language. I have reminded her to never, ever forget that she is loved and valued by our Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ and He will always have work for her to do. Praise God!
May God Always bring blessings of joy and goodness to you and Yours.
Dianne Moses
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