A STRANGER WHO WASN’T SO STRANGE

A STRANGER WHO WASN’T SO STRANGE

SQuire Rushnell1 comment
“My dad had a SINGLE NICKNAME for all three of his daughters … SAPPHIRE … a precious stone that’s BLUE.

We miss him dearly since he passed away 15 months ago… and I was thinking of him as I was out for my DAILY WALK.

I’m usually alone on the track … so I always check the surroundings.

On this particular morning, I noticed an old truck, 60’s or 70’s, parked right next to the walking track.

I thought about what Mom reminds me, ‘take notice, you never know who is out there’.

I saw a person in the distance!

Rounding the corner of the track I could see he was an elderly gentleman walking slowly … just taking in a beautiful morning.

I snapped a picture of the back of him before coming upon him… just to have in my phone… thinking of Mom again.

Passing him, I said ‘Good Morning’, he returned pleasantries, and I zoomed past.

As I came to my 3rd lap, I saw the gentleman was about to get into his truck.

So I shouted, ‘You have a blessed day’!

He smiled, nodded, and looked up and said, ‘Isn’t the sky the most beautiful SAPPHIRE blue you’ve ever seen’?

I couldn’t speak for a few seconds.

My heart melted.

I nodded agreement, holding back tears as I continued with my walk. At the corner I looked back, he was gone.

I CRIED for the rest of my walk and couldn't wait to tell mom about my encounter.

When I showed her the picture I’d taken of him from behind, she said, ‘Your daddy had that same jacket’.

Laura Bonvillain LeCompte

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Heartfelt stories like Laura’s cause us to wonder … “are ANGELS really REAL”?

But, then… if they weren’t … would God have allowed them to be written about in the Bible… at least 108 times?

My favorite quote is a directive: “show hospitality to strangers, for by so doing some people have shown hospitality to angels without knowing it.” Heb. 13:2.

This gives us something to think about as we look for our Godwinks today.

SQuire

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Henriette  Rieu
Henriette Rieu
My dad loved bald eagles. He had pictures of them around the,house. The day he died I saw a bald eagle flying around the steel mill that was for fifty years the main source of income in our town.

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