I thought I was all alone, but then suddenly a man appeared in the night and tapped on my foggy window with raindrops drizzling down his face and asked, “Are you alright, Mam?”
I said with a quivering voice, “No, I tried to make it to the exit up ahead but ran out of gas.”
He looked at my precious sons sound asleep in the backseat; one in the car seat and the other slumped over to the side, while I sat there off to the shoulder of the road in my white Chevy Chevette hatchback.
He pondered for a moment and kindly said, “I’ll get you some gas, do you have some money.”
I nervously said, “I only have $2.”
He took the money and pulled off exiting up ahead. As I sat there in the dark, shivering and cold, my two little angels in the backseat were unaware of the circumstances we were in. I noticed as 20-minutes went by that no one else stopped to inquire about us. I felt alone and had no way to call anyone.
As more time passed doubt started to set in and I cried to God, “He’s not coming back, is he?”
Then all of a sudden blinking lights pulled up close behind me, and the same man with a red gas can in his hand opened my gas cap and started filling up my empty tank. I looked up and whispered, thank you.
As the rain plummeted like bullets falling from the sky over his yellow rain coat, he tapped on the window and said, “I had to stop and buy a gas can; I needed one anyway. You are ready to go now, Mam.”
I said teary-eyed as I shook my head, “I’m sorry, but I don’t have any more money to give you. God bless you.”
He said, “God bless you too,” as he went on his way.
I realized that I never had to get out of my car, get wet, nor wake up my boys. My angel.
Psalm 27:14 Wait on the Lord; Be of good courage, and He shall strengthen your heart; Wait, I say, on the Lord!