Angels Watching Over Us
“And the angel of the Lord encamps around those that fear Him”
|The motorbike with the rusted tank on it.|
It was a normal Tuesday morning. Steven had just finished going to the market on his motorbike and was on the main divided street that leaves the city in the direction of our home. There wasn't much traffic around him and he was cruising on the inside lane next to the median. All of a sudden out of the corner of his eye he saw a lady with dirty, and torn clothes, and with wild, crazy hair, running down the median focused on him. She had a rock the size of a grapefruit, and was getting ready to throw it at Steven. Just as Steven passed her, he saw that in mid swing she froze, rock stuck in her hand, and she was unable to move to finish the throw until he had passed. Safe at home Steven told us about the event and we were once again reminded of how God sends His angles to protect us. Later that week Steve found that the gas tank on the motorbike was rusted through. The bottom and lower sides of the gas tank looked like Swiss cheese, some of the holes were big enough to stick your finger through. The only thing that was holding the gas in the tank while he was going down the road was the paint on the tank.