Claudia Scott tells us, “When the snow forced us off the road, I didn’t know how I’d get my two babies home. Until a mysterious stranger pulled up.”
I made it the sitter’s house without too much trouble. ‘Be careful,’ she
said, as I strapped Nick, six months old, and Jon, 22 months old, into the
backseat of the car.
‘You know I will,’ I said.
But almost as soon as her house was out of sight, the wind picked up and
the snow began to swirl. My wipers fought to keep the windshield clear. I was
tempted to pull over, but didn’t dare. With the babies aboard, I couldn’t
afford to get stuck.
I kept moving, going slower and slower, trying to peer through the blinding
snow. Without any help from me, the car came to a stop. ‘Don’t worry,’ I told
the children. ‘Mommy’s just going out to take a look, to see where we are.’
I opened the door. The wind almost knocked me off my feet. I fought my way
around to the front of the car. I’ve driven into a snowdrift, I realized.
I climbed back into the car. What to do? I was half a mile from home, on a
little-traveled road, without a cell phone. No way could we sit and wait for
help.
The babies would freeze half to death. No way could I carry them home. I closed my eyes and silently prayed, Lord, please help us.
The babies would freeze half to death. No way could I carry them home. I closed my eyes and silently prayed, Lord, please help us.
I heard tapping at my window and opened my eyes. A big man was standing
outside, dressed in denim overalls and a green plaid shirt. ‘Do you need help?’
he asked.
‘I have to get my babies home,’ I said.
‘Good thing I have a truck,’ he said. He hoofed back to his old, green
pickup, tied one end of a yellow tow rope to my car and the other end to his
truck. Then he climbed behind the wheel and started his engine.
He pulled us several streets, even turned down my block and parked right in
front of our house! So nice of him
to go out of his way, I thought.
While he untied the rope, I checked on Nick and Jon. Both were fast asleep. I turned back to thank the man… but he was gone. I looked down the street. Not a tire track in the virgin snow.
While he untied the rope, I checked on Nick and Jon. Both were fast asleep. I turned back to thank the man… but he was gone. I looked down the street. Not a tire track in the virgin snow.
It was then that it struck me–I never even told the man where I lived.
How could he have known?”
By Claudia Scott, Carlsbad, California
Taken from
Guideposts Mysterious Ways newsletter@email.guideposts.org 12/28/11
“The
righteous cry out, and the LORD hears, and delivers them out of all their
troubles. The LORD is near to those who have a broken heart, and saves such as
have a contrite spirit.” Ps. 34:17, 18 NKJV
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