Angels Road




	WRITE 2 THE HEART Stories that are aimed "Write 2 the Heart" August 19, 2004 Cheryl Speir, Editor, moderator @ write2theheart.com Exciting News! If you are the author of a family friendly book or are included in an anthology that is available on Amazon.com, please send me an email with your title, ISBN, and exactly how your name appears on the cover. Write 2 the Heart will be opening a bookstore powered by Amazon.com on our website. We will be offering family friendly books written by subscribers of Write 2 the Heart as well as books to improve writing and to help in publishing. To our subscribers who have family members or friends who are serving in our armed forces, please send their names to be included in our prayer list and contact me about sending in a picture. I hope to publish these pictures on a new page to be added to Write 2 the Heart’s website. This page will be dedicated to our troops. It’s a sickening feeling, you are fixing to have an accident and there is no avoiding it. Ellie literally let go and let God have His way. Angels of the Road By Ellie Braun-Haley I didn't even know there was ice on the road until it was too late. I knew I was in serious trouble just as my car traveled under an overpass. It was a regular route for me. I was living in a small town and had to drive to the city to teach a night class at a College. A full- blown snowstorm was in progress as I headed home. I was driving quite cautiously peering into the black nothingness through the furious swishing of windshield wipers. I was on a well traveled highway, in good condition and had my choice of two driving lanes with full shoulders on either side. I felt I should be okay. Suddenly as I came out on the other side of that overpass the car hit black ice and cold fear hit me, colder than the outdoors and knotted my insides. I knew I had a death grip on the wheel as I wrestled to keep the car from heading for the ditch. The car lurched from side to side, sliding and weaving. Why couldn't I just get it straight? Fear explored my brain in a race faster than the car itself! This was always a busy highway, day or night there was never a let up. To shoot over to the other lanes would be an invitation to death!! Desperately I struggled to keep the car righted but it slid sickeningly toward the ditch and the traffic lanes on the other side. I called out loud to the only help I could, "God, please help me!" As the car slid straight toward the ditch, I released my grip on the wheel and turned the problem over to HIM. There was nothing I could do. I had lost the battle and knew it. I could sense movement and then nothing. There was no sound and no sensation. I did not feel the car move nor hit anything. I felt as though I was in a sound studio, with any possible sound being sucked away. It was so completely quiet, sort of like Maxwell Smart's Cone of Silence! I sat in complete darkness and wondered where I was. I stepped out of the car, puzzled as to what may have taken place. The car was entirely covered in a blanket of white snow and now it was sideways blocking both lanes of oncoming traffic. I looked over the roof of the little vehicle, a Toyota Corolla, and saw cars in both lanes heading straight for me. It was dark and my car sat there dead, no headlights to warn the unsuspecting travelers. I stood in the darkness, waving frantically in an effort to warn the drivers who were rushing straight at me. Unbelievably all oncoming traffic saw me in time and moved over to the shoulders to get by. I pushed my car over to the side of the road and tentatively tried the starter. The motor caught. I traveled cautiously along listening to the motor. Everything sounded as it should. Of course now I was traveling in the wrong direction on the other side of the road. I made it to the first crossroad, got turned back around in the direction I wanted to travel in and once again headed for home. Later, the car was checked. There was not even grass caught on the undercarriage from traveling through the ditch. There were no signs that this car had been in and out of a ditch! Blind luck, or a Heavenly Father keeping busy his traffic angels? Personally I think heavenly intervention kept me alive that night and each time I travel under that overpass I thank God for hearing me that night. Ellie Braun-Haley shaley @ telusplanet.net You are encouraged to write to the authors to let them know what you think of their story. Have a comment on today's story? Send it to: moderator @ write2theheart.com Ellie is the author of a number of books and often travels to different cities to present talks and workshops. This puts her on the road in all kinds of weather. She says she still has trouble handling ice. Look for Ellie’s books “A Little Door A Little Light,” “Casey Caterpillar and Other Movement Rhymes” and “Muttering Moths Movement Rhymes and More.” Her latest book, “War on the Homefront : Examination of Abuse in the Home” written with her husband, is a look at spousal abuse on the North American continent It is published by Berhhahn Publishers, New York. When the first of my four sons left home for college and then training for the armed forces, I proudly pressed a calling card into his hand to encourage him to call home. Unfortunately, when my telephone bill came in, I found he had called every acquaintance he knew… but not me! I finally wised up and got an 800 number from PowerNet Global through Cognigen. They also offer long distance and many other telecommunication products. You can make a free comparison of your currant long distance rates at http://ld.net/?cbspeir. Letters From Our Readers Cheryl, I can totally relate to Deb's story. It sounds like she is talking about Pamela Jenkins though. I have met several close friends through my stories including one in Canada, who I call my foster mom. I also have email friends in Tennessee and Nebraska. I may never meet them in person, but that are all close friends, I also include you Cheryl in my email friends list. Angela, http://loveourpets.com/mycolliehaven What a sweet story about a special friendship. I can say that Debbie is very special to me, too! I look forward to that day when we meet in person and have that cup of coffee like girlfriends do. ;) ~ Pamela Jenkins Hi Cheryl, I just sent a message to Deb thanking her for story about email writer friends. God has given to me some dear friends via the web. Sometimes they understand my desire to minister through my writing more than my family does. Thanks again for the story. Melva www.melvacooper.com Thanks for the great stories! I enjoyed reading what Deb Davidson had to say about her blossoming friendship with Pamela. The internet can bring about good things, when good people are involved! I hope these two sisters in Christ get together! and then I hope they take pictures so we can see the reunion! Thanks Cheryl for a nice newsletter. Ellie Braun-Haley Military Prayer Reminder As you read over this list of names, please take a moment to pray for these young people and their families: Chris Speir Tim Speir Alan Todd Holland Graham William Julie Sagel Jessie Marshal Thompson Jason Eric Hernandez Kristin Danielson Ken Prieur Ryan Larry Miele Daniel Amy John Joanne Gary Boardwine Josh Hadassah Chanz Wackerly Robert Henderson David Habighurst Please continue to pray for our country, our leaders, and our troops at this time. If you have loved ones in the military, or who are being called to go overseas, send their names (first and last or first only) to be included in our prayer reminder. Don’t forget to send me pictures to include on website. Cheryl’s Corner I have accidentally tapped into one of the best-kept energy secrets in my church. Our 9-13 year-olds. These little dynamos are willing to please, work fast and do it right. A few of the kids in my children’s church needed community service hours for different organizations they are in. I invited them to come clean the church with me and we would go out to eat afterwards. They cleaned in half the time. Every action they made was followed by, “Mrs. Cheryl, come see, is this toilet sparkling?” Or, “Miss Cheryl, did I vacuum this row good?” I spent most of my time running from one child to another admiring and complementing their work. Then off to the buffet. Have you noticed that just about everything I do involves food? Oh well, as long as there are cookies on the dessert bar, I’m not going to complain. God Bless Cheryl Copyright © 2004, Write 2 the Heart Nothing may be reproduced or published without the written permission of the individual author or copyright owner. All rights belong to the authors.