Angel on a dark mountain road
Every year in Guatemala, on September 15, there is a fair held in the city of Quetzaltenango, as part of their independence day celebration. The town is about a four hour drive from the Capital, and is over a mountainous road. The road has areas where it is bordered by a deep ravine going straight down from the highway on one side and steep mountains on the other. There is also a portion of the highway where a bridge had once been, but was destroyed several years ago. I don't know if it has ever been repaired, to this date. A detour was made around it to keep cars from being plunged into the dry river bed below.
Due to the high mountain area, the day may be bright and sunny, but when the sun sets the fog rolls in making it extremely difficult to see and very dangerous to drive.
One year our family decided to travel to this city to spend a day at the fair and join in the independence day celebration, and also to celebrate our daughters birthday which was on the same day.
It was a beautiful day and we were having a good time. As the afternoon wore on we began to make our preparations to return home. We did not want to risk the fog coming in before we had gotten out of the mountain passes.
As we were loading the car, suddenly some of my husband's family, who lived in the area arrived.
It had been a long time since we had seen them and they urged us to stop by their home to see my father in laws elderly uncle before starting back. When we arrived they did, as is the custom in Guatemala, serve us refreshments consisting of bread cakes and coffee.
Soon we were deep in conversation and catching up on the latest news, completely forgetting about the time. Suddenly we realized that we had stayed longer than we should have and it was very late. With hurried good byes off we rushed.
We sped off down the road, passing everything in sight, trying to make up for lost time. But it was too late, the fog began to roll in, and it was thicker and darker than we had anticipated. We wanted to stop, but we could not see the edge of the road and were afraid to pull over for fear that we would plunge over the edge of the cliff. Also if we stopped, someone behind us might not see us and run into our car.
My husband began to say, "It was a dumb thing to pass all those busses and trucks along the way. They could have led us through with their lights, which are better in the fog than ours. I can't see where we are, but I think that the detour is getting close and I don't know where to turn off to go around it. What are we going to do?"
I just answered him, that I knew that God loved our kids and would take care of us. I then began to sing praises to Him for His faithfulness.
The kids in the back suddenly realized the situation, and everyone became very, very quiet. All eyes were searching the road around us for some glimpse of something, anything, that would let us know where we were and where that detour was. Everyone was quietly praying as we searched for the signs.
Suddenly! From behind us, as if it were trying to catch up with us, shone the lights of a big truck. It was almost flying down that road. I knew the moment I saw it that God had sent it to rescue us.
It reached us and then it passed us. It then it slowed down and began to lead us down the road, through that fog. Almost immediately we saw the detour coming up on our left, not more than a fourth of a block in front of us. We followed the truck down that detour. I just raised my voice and praised God for what He was doing for us. Oh, I praise His name, He is so faithful!
For two and a half hours we followed that truck through the mountain fog. There was no one else on the road, just us and that truck. Mile after mile, on we followed.
At last we reached the lower elevations and drove out of the fog. The truck immediately pulled off the road and turned off it's lights. The mission was accomplished. We drove the rest of the way home by ourselves. I arrived home still praising the Lord.
No one will ever convince me that this was anything other than an angel sent from God in our hour of need.
I believe that all of us have had those moments when nothing but an act of God can change the situation in our lives, and then He comes and changes it for His glory.
Angles are not always in visible form but we are told that they are always by the side of the believer.
"If you make the Most High your dwelling place-even the Lord, who is my refuge, then no evil will befall you. No disaster will come near your tent (home or body). For He will command His angels concerning you to guard you in all your ways." Psalms 91:9-12 (NIV)
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