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A Point to Ponder...

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Angel At The Bus Stop
 
There was still a steady rain when Amy
 trudged into the shelter at the bus stop
 that evening. Sitting heavily on the bench,
 she stared at a muddy gutter, and wondered
 when things would ever change. So much
had been wrong; she felt she was
 slowly being crushed inside.

The physical therapy after the auto accident
was only supposed to be for a couple weeks.
The weeks had stretched to months, and
 although she could walk now, she still fought
 for balance on her steps, and the numbing
 ache still robbed her of sleep most nights.

Her broken collarbone still ached too, when
 it rained, like today. Her stomach growled,
 and she grimaced at the thought of food. All
 the medications were ruining her appetite.
 She was so tired of being sick. So tired of
 being tired. Amy sat lost in thought, as
the rain dripped steadily off the awning.
             

Suddenly, Amy was aware of white service
 shoes in front of her line of vision.
Startled, she followed the sturdy uniform-clad
 legs up to see pudgy tan hands clasped
 around an ample waist within a bright
 blue scrub shirt.  She looked up into a pair
 of crinkled-rimmed kind brown eyes, and
realized a woman was speaking to her.

"Ya all right, honey?" she was saying.

Without warning, Amy burst into tears. In
seconds, the woman had stepped close, and
pulled Amie's head to her ample bosom,
 and held her quietly close. The moment
passed, and Amy  straightened up, apologizing
 profusely through her tears.
           

"Stop Amy," said the soft voice. "God knows
when we're drowning, and need His touch.
 The sun will come out again for you." Gently
she kissed Amie's forehead, and turned to walk away.

"Wait!" cried Amy, "How did you
 know my name?!"

"God knows all His children
by name, child."

As Amy blinked in astonishment, the bus
arrived, blocking her view. As she stood
 up, shaking her head, the voice came again.
 At the same moment as the breaking sunbeams.

In the mist steaming off the pavement, Amy
 distinctly heard, "He knows you needed
to be held in His arms, for just a moment. To
hear His heartbeat. He sent me to wrap you in it today."

Let this story be a simple reminder that God is
always with you regardless of the storms of life,
and wants you to know that the sun will rise
again upon your life and overshadow every
obstacle that you had to go through.


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Psalm 30:1 I will extol You, O LORD,
 for You have lifted me up, And have
 not let my foes rejoice over me.
Psalm 30:2 O LORD my God, I cried out to You,
And You healed me.
Psalm 30:3 O LORD, You brought my soul up
 from the grave; You have kept me alive,
 that I should not go down to the pit.
Psalm 30:4 Sing praise to the LORD, you saints
 of His, And give thanks at the remembrance of His holy name.
Psalm 30:5 For His anger is but for a moment,
 His favor is for life; Weeping may endure for
 a night, But joy comes in the morning.
Psalm 34:6 This poor man cried out, and the
 LORD heard him, And saved him out of all his troubles.
Psalm 34:7 The angel of the LORD encamps all
around those who fear Him, And delivers them.
Psalm 34:8 Oh, taste and see that the LORD
is good; Blessed is the man who trusts in Him!
Psalm 34:9 Oh, fear the LORD, you His saints!
There is no want to those who fear Him.
Psalm 34:10 The young lions lack and suffer hunger;
 But those who seek the LORD shall not lack any good
Psalm 30:11 Thou hast turned for me my mourning into dancing:
 thou hast put off my sackcloth, and girded me with gladness;
Psalm 30:12 To the end that my glory may sing praise to thee,
and not be silent. O LORD my God,
I will give thanks unto thee for every thing.





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