It was New Year's Day, about nine months after I learned to listen and obey the
voice of God. I just finished serving dinner, dessert, and coffee to a house
full of holiday company.
Usually I would leave some things on the table, for those who like to pick
whenever they want to. But, I heard the voice of God telling me to pack all the
food and put it in my car. So, without telling anyone what I was doing, I
started to pack the food.
My mother said, "What are you doing? There are still people at the table."
I answered saying, "I have to pack up the food and take it somewhere." Where? I
don't know!
"You are not putting it away in the refridge?"
"No, I have to put it in my car."
"Where are you going?" Everyone asked.
"I really do not know, yet! But, I have to go. I know that it sounds crazy. I
don't know where I am going. But, God will get me there."
"Where?"
(Oh! ... the questions, on and on.) "I just have to go!"
My husband said I should take his truck because my car's heater wasn't working
and I was low on gas. I thanked him, but said I was told to take my car. Why? I
did not know.
"OK, God, where are you sending me?" Bricktown was his answer. Well, Bricktown
was approximately 20 minutes away. I was very low on gas and the local gas
stations had closed, early, for the holiday.
Off I went! I just followed the directions of the Lord's voice, in my head. I
knew nothing about Bricktown, except for the entrance to the Parkway that ran
through New Jersey.
The voice said, "Go down County Line Road to the end, turn left, straight ahead
three miles, turn right, go down two blocks, make a left, then a right, then
another left ... go real slow, on the next street, and pull into the 4th
driveway.
"Ok, God, we are here. But, no one else is!"
There were no lights on and everywhere, around the property, was dark. Did I get
mixed up on the directions? I thought I followed everything I heard. "Oh God!
What am I doing here?"
"Knock on the door!" Said God, in a loud voice.
"OK, but no one is here."
"KNOCK ON THE DOOR! ... KNOCK, AGAIN!" And so I did; over and over again, I
knocked on that front door. Then, I put the head lights of my car on and walked
all around the house; knocking on every door and window I could reach. No
Answer!
I was freezing. So, I went back to the car and shut off the lights. So I
wouldn't have a dead battery (this was before cell phones). Then, there I sat,
in the freezing car. I slid down lower, behind the steering wheel, and started
staring at the lines of this A framed house. It looked like a little Swiss
Chalet and there was a little glow flickering at the very top point of the
house.
"God, am I seeing right? Is that the glow of a candle?"
"GET OUT OF THE CAR ... AND KNOCK ON THAT DOOR! DO IT, NOW! KNOCK AGAIN, AND
AGAIN. POUND ON THAT DOOR! DO IT, NOW!"
The door slowly opened. A woman was standing there in a robe and her hair was
wrapped in a towel. "I'm sorry to bother you," I said. "But, do you know anyone
that needs food? I was told to bring food here. But, I don't know if I am at the
right address."
The woman started to cry. I said, "I don't mean to offend you. Maybe it's for
someone you know ..." She was sobbing, now. I hugged her ... and she was
shaking! "I apologize for upsetting you."
Sobbing, she said, "You don't understand!" I thought to myself, "You are so
right. I don't understand."
Still sobbing uncontrollably, she told me that she had three children; one a new
born, only a few days old. Her husband was in the hospital with an inoperable
brain tumor. There was no heat, no electric, and no food in the house.
Well, I got the food part right!
She went on to tell me that she was standing in the bathroom with a candle lit.
In her hand she had her husband's Police revolver and she was pleading with God,
"Please help us or I will have to do something desperate. I CAN'T LET MY
CHILDREN FREEZE OR STARVE TO DEATH! PLEASE HELP! Or I will have to end our
lives." Then, she heard pounding on the door!!!!!!!!
OH! WAS I GLAD I STAYED AT THAT ADDRESS!
I told her not to worry, that God had heard her plea for help and everything was
going to be Ok. Then, I pulled my car right up to the front door. The headlights
lit up the entire house. We packed things for her, the baby, and the other two
children; and I took them home ... home, to a warm house with warm food, warm
hearts, and "A MIRACLE" none of us will ever forget!
THANK YOU, GOD!
© 2004 by Carole Devecka
CaroleDevecka@comcast.net
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