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Phoenix Journal 208 - Four Winds 10

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From ANGELS ON EARTH, Mar/Apr 1997, Guideposts, 39 Seminary Hill Rd., Carmel, NY <strong>10</strong>512,<br />

[quoting:]<br />

We had been married for 12 years when my husband and I began to have serious problems in our relationship.<br />

We went to a counselor, but nothing changed. I didn’t think I could go on living if we divorced.<br />

On a Sunday in February I drove to the shopping center to buy pills and alcohol. Coming out of the<br />

drugstore I glanced around self-consciously. The strangest feeling came over me. Then I saw someone I<br />

knew; my friend Jim, who worked at our church.<br />

“Are you all right?” he asked. I tightened my grip on the brown paper bag and didn’t answer. “Let’s go<br />

down to the church,” he said. “We’ll talk about it.”<br />

I told him I’d meet him there, but I didn’t think I’d go. What use was it? God, I was sure, had given up on<br />

me. Walking to my car I passed a trash can. Inexplicably my grip loosened on the paper bag and into the<br />

trash it went. I got in my car knowing I would go see Jim.<br />

When I arrived at the church, I knocked hard, but there was no answer. That’s odd. Jim said he’d be<br />

here. I called the church office from my car phone.<br />

“Jim, this is Nancy. Can we talk now?”<br />

“Of course,” he said.<br />

Inside, Jim listened and with a few well-chosen words made me feel I could go on, even if my marriage was<br />

over. “You saved my life,” I told him.<br />

“I’m glad I heard the phone ring. I was downstairs cleaning,” he said.<br />

“But, Jim, I saw you in the parking lot at the shopping center. You asked me to come here, “ I said.<br />

Jim looked puzzled. “I’ve been here all afternoon,” he insisted.<br />

I thought back to that moment in the parking lot. I had talked to someone who knew where I had to<br />

go.<br />

If it wasn’t Jim, who was it?<br />

[End quoting]<br />

<strong>10</strong>7<br />

—Nancy Hubbard, Batavia, Illinois<br />

Isn’t it marvelous how God gets our attention to help us when we have given up on Him?

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