A Veterans Day Holiday I'll Never Forget- A True Story of Angels Along the Way

"For it is written: 'He will command his angels concerning you to guard you carefully.'" (Luke 4:10)

Angels can operate in our physical realm. (Genesis 18:19; 2 Kings 9:35)

Angels can travel at incomprehensible speed. (Revelation 8:13, 9:1)

Angels can ascend and descend between heaven and earth. (Genesis 28:12; John 1:51)

Angels can speak languages. (1 Corinthians 13:1)

Angels are mighty and powerful. (2 Thessalonians 1:7-10, Revelation 18:1)

Angels do not need rest. (Revelation 4:8)

Angels can be visible or invisible to us. (Numbers 22:35, John 20:12, Hebrews 13:2)

Angels have spirit bodies with limbs, eyes, voice, etc. (Hebrews 13:2, Judges 13:6; Revelation 15: 1-6)

Angels are glorious. (Luke 9:26)

"Do not forget to entertain strangers, for by so doing some people have entertained angels without knowing it." Hebrews 13:2 NIV

These are true accounts of what occurred on just one day, this past Veterans Day holiday, observed on Monday, November 12th. That day I hopped into my car to travel to Georgia. It was a miserable day to travel with rain the whole way. My brother called to tell me that my mother had been admitted to ICU.

Every time I travel anywhere, I say a little prayer and ask the Lord to send His angels ahead of me to clear the way for me to arrive at my destination. This includes my daily hour commute to and from work during the week going on about five years now, after having moved to the country.

This day was no different. I said my little prayer of protection and off I went to travel to Georgia. I crossed over the state line into Georgia and had been driving on I-20 East for a good long while (after having already traveled about 159 miles or so, with more than 70 miles yet to travel) in the pouring rain.

I came to a spot on I-20 just before the Town of Douglasville, Georgia, where it was three lanes across.

All of a sudden, my car started hydroplaning across the three lanes of I-20 East! I did three 360s across the three lanes on the Interstate. I was spinning so fast with no control whatsoever. Naturally, one’s instinct is to attempt to get the car under control. I wanted to try to control my car (which would have in reality caused my car to flip). I just held on so tight for dear life and felt pressure weighing down upon my hands and arms, as if they were being held in place by something. I also had that natural instinct to apply the brakes. I had taken my foot off the gas pedal, but then kept it firmly planted on the floorboard of the car. Again, it felt as though something was weighing down on my upper right thigh to keep my foot from moving one inch off of the floorboard. Everything happened so fast!

While I was spinning out of control, I cried out to Jesus . . . "help me Jesus, help me Jesus", all the while, cringing . . . as I was waiting for the oncoming traffic (cars, trucks, 18-wheelers, whatever) to start crashing into me. Oddly enough, while I was spinning around and around so very fast, I saw no vehicles whatsoever on the Interstate! I just knew His angels were already there with me, as I could feel their breath on me. Then, all of a sudden, my car spun backwards off the Interstate and straight up an embankment, where my car came to a full stop right before hitting a large tree.

Stunned for just a brief moment, I thought . . . praise the Lord; I had not crashed! However, I did wonder where all the other vehicles were on the Interstate. So very strange, I thought. Then, just after the brief moment of being stunned, three little thoughts popped into my head, one right after the other real quick, which were . . . Just start your car and go! Just start your car and go! Just start your car and go! After the three rapid thoughts had popped into my head, out loud, I said to myself, Oh, I guess I can start my car and go. I did just that and drove straight down the embankment instead of going sideways, as I was facing the oncoming traffic and would have had to turn completely around somehow.

It had rained so much that day, that when I had driven just those couple of yards down the embankment, my car had gotten stuck in a little slope in the grass just off the median. It was not even a ditch, but just a little slope. However, with it being so muddy due to all the rain, my car had gotten stuck. I attempted to back out, but to no avail. I thought that someone could easily push me out of this little mud here and I could be on my way to see my sweet mother.

I happened to look up and then here came the oncoming traffic. I thought once again, Where had the traffic been? Much to my horror, about five or more vehicles hit that same spot I hit and they, too, began spinning out of control, hydroplaning across the three lanes of traffic, all crashing into each other. One black car flew past my car so fast (just missing my car) up the embankment, where I had just been!

Something told me I needed to get out of my car as fast as possible, and I did. I ran back up to the top of the embankment in the pouring rain and stood under the trees watching the horrific scene of all the crashing vehicles hydroplaning into each other. One poor young woman’s car caught on fire and was engulfed in flames, and she had gotten out and ran screaming, while all kinds of vehicles were spinning all around her crashing into each other.

I called 911 and prayed the whole while, and miraculously not one person lost his or her life, despite the fact their vehicles were totally destroyed beyond belief.

See, I am sending an angel before you, to guard you on the way and bring you to the place I have prepared. (Exodus 23:20)

The angel of the LORD, who encamps with them, delivers all who fear God. (Psalm 34:7)

I stood in the pouring rain for about two hours before a tow truck ever made it my way. Finally, the tow truck man and I were headed to the next town to take my car to a repair shop there, where I would also be able to get a rental car.

Once I entered the doors to the rental business, one young woman, who was in attendance, seemed to be a bit distraught, as she apologized and said she was the only person working at the time. However, I was thrilled to find out that they had one car left, and it was for me. It was certainly a terrible day for accidents to say the least.

While sitting in the waiting area for the paperwork to be processed and the car to be cleaned up a bit, I noticed that a very tall (well over seven feet) African-American man came into the car rental business. His demeanor was different than most who were in such a hurry to get a rental vehicle, as he just meandered towards the wall to look at some photographs. The young woman in attendance also apologized to him, informing they did not have any vehicles left, but that she could try to get a van from across town if he wanted. The man replied very calmly and said, Oh, that is okay, I guess I could always come back tomorrow.

Then my cell phone rang, so I walked away to take the call in private. It was my brother who was with my mother, along with the rest of my family in ICU. He sounded a little strange, and I could feel my chest tighten and my heart begin to race. My brother told me then the doctors had just told them that my sweet mother had only 48 hours to live! I began to cry and told my brother I was on my way. I returned to the counter where the woman was in attendance.

The large African-American man came over to me and looked at me very intensely with his bluest of blue eyes! He had stared right into my eyes and I'll never forget what he said, "Doctors are doctors, but God is God." I looked at him, (a bit puzzled, as he could not have had any idea why I was crying), as I had walked away from everyone to take the call. I told him, thank you and that I knew . . . I knew . . . and then he just left through the doors and never returned to my knowledge.

I believe he was an angel of the Lord sent to comfort me at that very moment with his words.

I drove, prayed and cried the rest of the way. I dreaded having to get back on that same Interstate in the pouring rain and then to have to get off on GA 138, with its winding, very dark and unlit roads. I remember the rental car's stereo being set to a station where the songs were the most comforting songs about the Lord I had ever heard in my life.

I could feel His presence all around me, along with His angels guiding me safely to my destination.

During this time, beginning on November 12th, the following are just some who were HP Angels to me during this difficult time . . .

Maria aka marcoujor

Debbie Brooks

MeKenzie

Patricia aka pstraubie48

Michele Travis

Sparklea

Sunnie Day

Larry Wall

Joseph aka lord de cross

Jackie Lynnley

mollymeadows

And countless more . . . I could go on and on. God bless you all my dearest Angels.

Once I had finally arrived at the hospital, and saw my cherished mother on death's door, I immediately began to pray, crying all the while.

Coming in right behind me, after I had arrived in the ICU room, (my brother told me later), a new female nurse came into the ICU room. She was talking with my brother and the rest of my family. (As background, my brother is very scientific and a Planetary Geologist.) Anyway, my brother had also told me later that this new nurse told them that she was there for "just this one night . . . to get my mother through this one night". She also told my brother that she loved my mother, and she and my mother go way back. My brother asked, "Oh really, where are you from?" The nurse said rather vaguely, "Oh, just somewhere a bit farther than North Carolina." How odd.

When I had finished praying for my mother, it was then I had noticed this new nurse in the room with us, and that she was speaking to my brother about how God can heal. When she said anything about God, she would glance at me out of the corner of her eye. Then I would say something along the lines of, "Yes, He can!"

Once again, my brother told me at a later date, that the new nurse, that same night, had my brother to sign a piece of paper for the "Doctor" and she handed the paper to my brother. My brother told me he had looked down at the bottom of the paper and noticed there was only the word, "Angel." My scientifically-minded brother said something along the lines of, "Oh come on . .. give me a break . . . whatever." Then he asked this new nurse, "What is this doctor's first name?" My brother told me that she said, "There is none; it is just Angel." My brother said, "Oh, okay . . . whatever! Then he just went ahead and signed the paper.

After that night, not one person ever saw that particular nurse again and no one at the hospital knew of her or the Doctor "Angel".

I did not sleep one wink the whole night, but prayed without ceasing.

The next morning was such a beautiful day with the sun shining so brilliantly and the skies so blue and clear. What a dramatic change from the dreary day and night before! We saw the regular male nurse there, and he told us that my mother's condition had improved overnight in every aspect! Even the Kidney Specialist said my mother's kidneys had improved.

That day, after that dreadful night, was a blessing from the Lord God above, as my sweet mother was like her old self, as if no dementia was present and we talked and laughed the whole day!

I just know In my heart that new nurse who was there the night before was an angel of the Lord. She was there just that one night, as she stated, to get my mother through that one night, and then she took flight on that brilliantly sunny morn.

These are the true accounts of what occurred on just that one day, Veterans Day holiday, November 12, 2012.

On December 20, 2012 (a month and eight days after that night when the doctors told us my mother only had 48 hours to live), my sweet Mother went on to her true home in Heaven, just four days after celebrating her 84th Birthday with her family.

Merry Christmas, my sweetest Mother.

Thank you, my sweet Mother,

for being my Guardian Angel.

I love you . . . you know.

Good night my sweetest Angel.

I will see you later.

© Copyright Faith Reaper, January 15, 2013.