Our
Guardian
Angel

Do you believe in angels?  Do you believe in prayer?  Do you believe in the Lord Jesus?  I hope by the time that you are done reading this true story, that you will believe in all the above.  The story takes place between Phoenix, Arizona and Champaign, Illinois.

On July 22. 2000, Steve and I received news from the family in Illinois, that my mother had a heart attack and passed away.  Not only did we have to deal with the terrible news, but we also had to find a way to get back to Illinois as soon as possible to be with my Dad and the rest of the family.  We begun by calling the airlines to book a flight for us as soon as possible.  Of course the airlines just love to take advantage of last minute flights, charging outrageous amounts of money, and couldn't even guarantee us a seat for the next morning.  So we decided that the only way that we could get back was to drive to Illinois.  We decided that the only way that we could do this is to drive straight through without stopping.  We had not slept since the night before, and was planning a 28 hour drive on very little sleep.  We both drove until we couldn't drive anymore and then the other would take over.  In the early hours of Monday morning the 24th we arrived at my Dad's home.

The funeral was to be on Wednesday, July 26th.  So we had a lot of arrangements to be made before then.  We spent the next two days putting the funeral together.  Between the lack of sleep and grieving, all the emotion starts to take a toll on your body.  But we kept going for a week until it was time to go back home.  I was debating on whether or not to stay there or to go home and come back in a couple of weeks to finish taking care of things.  I decided to go ahead and drive back with Steve and come back to be with my Dad and to finish things up in a couple of weeks.

The morning of the 29th at around 8am we started back for Arizona.  That morning was cloudy and raining, not good weather conditions for someone that has had very little sleep.  The hours just seemed to go by so slowly, almost like time was standing still.  After driving for awhile, and switching back and forth about every half hour, one driving and the other sleeping, a feeling come over me that I just couldn't shake.  I had a terrible feeling that we weren't going to make it back without something tragic happening.

About 4am Sunday morning, Steve couldn't drive any longer and decided to stop at a rest stop for awhile and rest.  I was unable to sleep so I began driving.  Steve fell right to sleep and I began praying for the Lord to send us a guardian angel to watch over us and help us get back safely.  As I was driving along my eyes began to get very heavy and would find myself dozing off and waking to us being on the wrong side of the road.  The feeling of us not making it home was still my biggest fear.  I let Steve sleep and drove for as long as I could and had to stop.

I woke Steve up so we could switch drivers.  When he awoke he told me that he felt a "presence" in the truck.  I asked him if it was a good or bad presence, he said, "It wasn't a bad feeling, just kind of erie."  He knew their was a presence in the truck and just couldn't shake that feeling, and my feeling was still that we weren't going to make it back but continued to pray.  I was finally able to feel some peace and was able to fall asleep.
While I was sleeping, Steve still feeling the presence of someone in the truck, looked over at me and saw "our guardian angel" sitting next to us and he could not believe who it was.  He had to look 2 or 3 times to make sure of what he saw.  The angel come as my mother.

When I awoke we were only hours from home, and there was a presence of peace in the truck.  As we began to talk, Steve asked me, "Do you want to know what I saw while you were sleeping?"  I said, "Yes, what did you see?"  He began to tell me that he saw my mother.  He said that she looked so calm and peaceful.  I told him that the Lord had answered my prayers and sent us an angel to watch over and guide us home.
Angels are a gift from God sent to us in many forms.  Sometimes we can't see or touch them, but we can feel them in our heart.  Never under estimate the power of God and what He can do for you if you only BELIEVE!!!

Author
Cheryl Kincaid
If you would like to email her, you can do so at AzNana4@aol.com