When I was in my early twenties, I had an experience with a divine presence. I was driving home from a friend’s house late one night in a torrential downpour. There was no one out on the roads that night and I probably should have used better judgment myself - but I just wanted to get home.
About halfway there my car stalled out in the middle of the road, after going through a few large puddles. I tried to start it, over and over, but realized that I had flooded my engine. I sat there wondering what to do when an old pick-up truck with three men in it stopped to “help.”
At first, I thought they would be able to help me but it soon became apparent to me that they were acting very suspicious and seemed to have other things on their minds. They offered to push me off the road into a dark, deserted area nearby. My intuition told me that I was in danger and I became afraid, since I was alone and didn’t seem to have any choice in the matter.
As the men started preparing to push me, a woman suddenly showed up at my car window standing in the pouring rain. I opened the window a crack and she said, “Oh, I thought you were someone else” with a big smile on her face. Then she immediately offered to give me a ride anywhere I needed to go. Of course at that point, I took her up on her offer and went with her.
As I was leaving, I thanked the men and told them that I did not need their help after all. Interestingly, they became angry as I left with the woman. Seeing the looks on their faces confirmed my fear – I “know” they were going to hurt me. The woman drove me back to my friend’s house and dropped me off.
It was only after I finally got home that I started to realize what had happened. After much reflection on the details of that night, it became clear to me that there were just too many unexplainable “coincidences” for this to have not been a divine intervention. I know in my heart that I was rescued by an angel. The events of that night have been a comforting reminder to me over the years that we are not alone and that we are loved.
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