7/29/18
a
true story
I
want to tell you a true story. I know it's true, because it happened
to me. Here's what happened:
The
Lord had given me an incredible job. But that's a different story
for another day. I was scheduled to fly from New York to Seattle
that week for my job. I wasn't feeling well and almost cancelled,
but decided to trust the Lord to provide strength and courage to get
me where I needed to be. I boarded the plane, and in a short while,
we landed where I would make a connecting flight that ended in
Seattle. I remember thinking I would have a few minutes to go and
get a bite of something to eat at the food court before boarding my
connecting flight, but I had a problem. You see, I have Parkinson's
Disease, and I was familiar with unpredictable and sudden attacks of
weakness that would come over me causing embarrassment and
frustration. Well, I couldn't move my arms well enough to open my
backpack, get my wallet out and pay or even pick up my food. At
times like this, it was just easier to go without eating, avoiding
the curious stares and sometimes rude or thoughtless comments from
those nearby.
It
was then that I heard someone call my name. I looked up, my eyes
following the sound of my name.... And there he was – a young man
that I work with! He was headed to Seattle also, and I said to him:
“God has put you here for me. I need help and here you are, not a
minute too soon. Can you help me with my wallet and get me to a
table where I can just eat a bit? It turned out that he was also
flying to Seattle on the same flight. He helped me onto the plane,
and traded seats with the stranger that was seated next to me.
As
if that weren't enough, he picked up my luggage, got us to the hotel
where our group was staying, and made sure that I got checked in.
You
know, I never saw God on that plane, or in the airport, or at the
hotel but He was there! He sent a helper that He could trust. I
don't doubt that there was also a guardian angel that watched over
me....
Well
this attack of infirmity did not abate, but persisted all week. I
began to wonder how I was going to get home by myself. On the
morning that I was scheduled to fly home, I got up hours before so I
could shower, dress and pack. I knew it would take me forever to
accomplish just this. I sat in a chair by the bed and prayed. I
asked for help getting home, healing and I prayed that God would seat
me on the plane, next to the person of His choosing.
Well
somehow, I managed to get downstairs to check out and got into the
van that had been scheduled to take me to the airport. As it turned
out, I was the only passenger he had. With every mile, I felt worse
and worse. I finally told the driver that I was ill and would he
kindly get me into a wheel chair and checked in. He was so kind.
I
waited in the wheelchair at the gate, and I was helped to board the
plane when it was time. Somehow, I made it, and found that I had
been seated with a man and a woman that were celebrating their 40th
anniversary, and coincidentally had been donors for years to the
organization that I worked for. We chatted and they were very
friendly. They could see that I was not able to move very well. I
let everyone de-plane before me, as I was moving so slowly. We
exchanged pleasantries and said goodbye, but not before I mentioned
the prayer I had prayed earlier that morning about God choosing who I
would sit next to. Her eyes widened as she told me that they were
not supposed to be on that flight,. The airlines had called them
very early, asking if they would consider flying out on this flight
instead!
Wow!
I could see God's hand in it all, though I did not know what He was
doing.
I
made it off of the plane and up to the gate somehow, where there was
to be a wheelchair waiting for me. It wasn't. I was just about to
collapse when I looked up and saw the couple I had met on the plane.
She saw me first. He stepped away for a moment, then returned and
said, “Come on, Pam, we've got another flight to catch. We have to
go.”
She
said, “You go ahead, I want to talk to Anna for a bit,” First
she got me into a wheelchair, then offered to help me with the
restroom, get something to drink, and anything else I needed. She
asked if it would be alright if she prayed for me. “Of course it
would!”, I said. She put her hand on my thigh and prayed for me.
Then she said, “I just wanted to tell you that from the first
moment I saw you, God told me that you were a wounded warrior....
Then she prayed for me again. Afterwards, I felt no different. But
she helped me onto that plane and I was headed home on the last leg
of my trip.
A
miracle - . When I arrived in New York, my strength had returned,
and I got off of the plane without help. I jogged – yes jogged –
through the airport and made my way to baggage claim where I picked
up my luggage and met my husband outside.
Thank
you for this incredible miracle, Lord. I don't know what it meant,
or why, but I know You were with me – every moment – and that You
love me....
And
I love You!
Anna
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