Are You An Angel?

A young woman had been to Wednesday night Bible Study. The pastor had shared about listening to God and obeying the Lord's voice. The young woman couldn't help but wonder,
"Does God still speak to people?"
After service, she went out with some friends for coffee and pie and they discussed the message. Several different ones talked about how God had led them in different ways. It was about ten o'clock when the young woman started driving home. Sitting in her car, she just began to pray,
"God...If you still speak to people, speak to me.
I will listen. I will do my best to obey."
As she drove down the main street of her town, she had the strangest thought to stop and buy a gallon of milk. She shook her head and said out loud,
"God is that you?"
She didn't get a reply and started on toward home. But again, the thought, buy a gallon of milk. The young woman thought about Samuel and how he didn't recognize the voice of God, and how little Samuel ran to Eli.
"Okay, God, in case that is you, I will buy the milk."
It didn't seem like too hard a test of obedience. She could always use the milk. She stopped and purchased the gallon of milk and started off toward home. As she passed Seventh Street, she again felt the urge,
"Turn down that street."
This is crazy she thought and drove on past the intersection. Again, she felt that he should turn down Seventh Street. At the next intersection, she turned back and headed down Seventh. Half jokingly, she said out loud,
"Okay, God, I will."
She drove several blocks, when suddenly, she felt like she should stop. She pulled over to the curb and looked around. She was in a semi-commercial area of town. It wasn't the best but it wasn't the worst of neighborhoods either. The businesses were closed and most of the houses looked dark like the people were already in bed. Again, she sensed something,
"Go and give the milk to the people in the house across the street."
The young woman looked at the house. It was dark and it looked like the people were either gone or they were already asleep. She started to open the door and then sat back in the car seat.
"Lord, this is insane. Those people are asleep and if I wake them up, they are going to be mad and I will look stupid."
Again, she felt like he should go and give the milk. Finally, she opened the door.
"Okay God, if this is you, I will go to the door and I will give them the milk. If you want me to look like a crazy person, okay. I want to be obedient. I guess that will count for something but if they don't answer right away, I am out of here."
She walked across the street and rang the bell. She could hear some noise inside. A man's voice yelled out,
"Who is it? What do you want?"
Then the door opened before the young woman could get away. The man was standing there in his jeans and t-shirt. He looked like he just got out of bed. He had a strange look on his face and he didn't seem too happy to have some stranger standing on his doorstep.
"What is it?"
The young woman thrust out the gallon of milk.
"Here I brought this to you."
The man took the milk and rushed down a hallway, speaking loudly in Spanish. Then from down the hall came a woman carrying the milk toward the kitchen. The man was following her holding a baby. The baby was crying. The man had tears streaming down his face. The man began speaking and half-crying,
"We were just praying. We had some big bills this month and we ran out of money. We didn't have any milk for our baby. I was just praying and asking God to show me how to get some milk."
His wife in the kitchen yelled out,
"I ask him to send an Angel with some. Are you an Angel?"
The young woman reached into her purse and pulled out all the money she had on him and put in the man's hand. She turned and walked back toward her car and the tears were streaming down her face.
She knew that God still answers prayers.

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Blessed be!