Psalm 55:22

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  1. White Dove

    White Dove Well-Known Member

    i just received this in my e-mail and thought i would pass it on to everyone here. it might help??


    So, the season's off, but the sentiment is RIGHT ON!! I hope all of us would have done the same.




    Psalm 55:22 --- you really need to read this.

    "Friends are God's way of taking care of us."

    This was written by a of Metro Denver Hospice Physician:

    I was driving home from a meeting this evening about 5, stuck in traffic on Colorado Blvd., and the car started to choke and splutter and die - I barely managed to coast, cursing, into a gas station, glad only that I would not be blocking traffic and would have a somewhat warm spot to wait for the tow truck. It wouldn't even turn over. Before I could make the call, I saw a woman walking out of the "quickie mart" building, and it looked like she slipped on some ice and fell into a Gas pump, so I got out to see if she was okay.

    When I got there, it looked more like she had been overcome by sobs than that she had fallen; she! was a young woman who looked really haggard with dark circles under her eyes. She dropped something as I helped her up, and I picked it up to give it to her. It was a nickel.

    At that moment, everything came into focus for me: the crying woman, the ancient Suburban crammed full of stuff with 3 kids in the back (1 in a car seat), and the gas pump reading $4.95.

    I asked her if she was okay and if she needed help, and she just kept saying " don't want my kids to see me crying," so we stood on the other side of the pump from her car. She said she was driving to California and that things were very hard for her right now. So I asked, "And you were praying?" That made her back away from me a little, but I assured her I was not a crazy person and said, "He heard you, and He sent me."

    I took out my card and swiped it through the card reader on the pump so she could fill up her car completely, and while it was fueling, walked to the next door McDonald's and bought 2 big bags of food, some gift certificates for more, and a big cu p of coffee. She gave the food to the kids in the
    car, who attacked it like wolves, and we stood by the pump eating fries and talking a little.

    She told me her name, and that she lived in Kansas City Her boyfriend left 2 months ago and she had not been able to make ends meet. She knew she wouldn't have money to pay rent Jan 1, and finally in desperation had finally called her parents, with whom she had not spoken in about 5 years. They lived in California and said she could come live with them and try to get on her feet there.

    So she packed up everything she owned in the car. She told the kids they were going to California for Christmas, but not that they were going to live there.

    I gave her my gloves, a little hug and said a quick prayer with her for safety on the road. As I was walking over to my car, she said, "So, are you like an angel or something?"

    This definitely made me cry. I said, "Sweetie, at this time of year angels are really busy, so sometimes God uses regular people."

    It was so incredible to be a part of someone else's miracle. And of course, you guessed it, when I got in my car it started right away and got me home with no problem. I'll put it in the shop tomorrow to check, but I suspect the mechanic won't find anything wrong.

    Sometimes the angels fly close enough to you that you can hear the flutter of their wings...

    Psalms 55:22 "Cast thy burden upon the Lord, and He shall sustain thee. He shall never suffer the righteous to be moved."
     
  2. Bostonensis

    Bostonensis Guest

    Preaching a wrong crowd
     
  3. RainbowChaser

    RainbowChaser Well-Known Member

    :hug: White Dove, I love it :smile:
     
  4. ybt

    ybt Guest

    i don't think it's the wrong crowd at all. i think everybody should receive a bit of inspiration...
     
  5. gentlelady

    gentlelady Staff Alumni

    I like the message behind it white Dove. Thank you for sharing. :hug:
     
  6. theleastofthese

    theleastofthese SF Friend Staff Alumni

    What a lovely touching tale.:smile:
     
  7. White Dove

    White Dove Well-Known Member


    well i am not preaching it. i just received it in my e-mail and passed it on to others here. i am sure it can be deleted if needed.

    to those that liked it. thanks cause i liked it also.
     
  8. Esmeralda

    Esmeralda Well-Known Member

    Ah, the beauty humanity is capable of :) I try not to tell this story, because it seems prideful to do so...but here, I think it fits.

    Homeless people, to me, have always been a reality check. Some beg for money and people judge them...but what would cause someone to do this? Insanity? Hopelessness? Loneliness? Whatever it is, I cannot judge these people..

    So, when I turned 16, and Daddy bought me a car, I drove by homeless people often.

    A man struck me. He was homeless, a beggar, etc.

    I had to drive by him every day, in the winter...and he looked cold.

    I gave him a couple of bucks now and then, said "hi", etc.

    One day, I stopped at the red light and we talked. He said, "I'm doing great today, but it's gonna be cold tonight. I have faith that God will send me a jacket to keep warm."

    I immediately went home, scrounged a bunch of my Dad's sweaters and a jacket and drove to that man and gave these things to him.

    I know it sounds like I'm tooting my own horn, etc...which is NOT what I want.

    He was SO thankful, and I feel that in a way, I helped his belief in God, and not only that, but I helped my own soul...I gave a person a reason to go on,,,a reason to believe, and of course, a warm night...I feel that I eased this man's suffering in some way, and it made me happy.

    I try to do things like this when I can...the homeless are so lonely, so disenfranchised...hurting. We underestimate the fact that we are all treated like humans when we go into a bookstore, grocery store, etc.

    I have since met and spoken with several homeless people, not in a shelter, but just on the street, and they are so grateful for a simple kind word.
     
  9. Esmeralda

    Esmeralda Well-Known Member

    We can ALL be an instrument of God.
     
  10. White Dove

    White Dove Well-Known Member

    peanut0017 your reply reminded me of something that happened to me last month.

    i was going to florida to visit my brother for the last time because of my plans and all but on the trip down there on 1-75 i had exited off somewhere in south georgia and there was this homeless man standing by the road - well actually on the exit holding a sign that simply said homeless and hungry.

    my heart just went out to him cause i myself have been both homeless and hungry. still go to bed several nights hungry as it is and i had just only had about 100$ for gas and you know last month gas was like 4$ a gallon, but i had to just help him. so i went up to the mcdonalds and bought him 4 of those 1$ hambugers and came back to give it to him. i stopped right there and gave him that to eat and he simply said to me thank you Psalms 62 and walked over to the shade to eat it.

    well i went on down to get gas and when i came back through to hit the interstate again. he was eating the burger and i felt so good i had feed him yet so sad i could do nothing more for him. it took a while to figure out what he meant when he said psalms 62 was that God is our refuge. it then hit me that i had helped someone who believed in God.

    i once was strong in the lord. but with all this hurt and pain and mis trust i have lost that. i know i may never get that feeling back but it was good to have helped someone like that.

    That is one of the biggest faults i have about myself. i seem to have too big of a heart
     
  11. Esmeralda

    Esmeralda Well-Known Member

    Beautiful story...amazing...God has a plan for you.

    Your heart can never be too big.

    People ask why I give money to the homeless on the street and stuff like that, and I always respond with the statement that God judges me on what I do...what a homeless person does with that money is their business, and they will have to answer to God for it in some way. I cannot imagine a circumstance that could incite me to prostitute myself or become a heroin addict or to be a porn star, homeless, etc.; so I cannot possibly judge their actions. I feel compassion for them :(
     
  12. TG123

    TG123 Well-Known Member

    Thats AWESOME!!! Praise God for putting him in your path and way to go for having shared His love with him!

    Cristo Vive!
    - Tomasz
     
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