My wife and I have been married for 48--nearly 49 years. We've been
blessed with a good marriage, four wonderful children (two of each kind),
ten beautiful grandchildren and a precious great grandson. They are all
the joy of our live. The story I want to tell you is a true story about
our grandson Joshua, who is 24 years old now. The incident happened when
Josh was about two years old--maybe less, I'm not sure. But, it happened
when he was at the age where he was just learning to walk.
It was shortly after lunch that day. Our daughter, Theresa, was over and
she brought Joshua with her. After lunch, as I most always did, I went
upstairs to brush my teeth and shave before I went to work. I worked the
second shift at that time. Directly at the top of our staircase there is
a window, and setting next to the window at the top of the stairs, we
kept a large heavy exhaust fan during the warm weather, which we used
when we went to bed. Close by the fan is the door leading into the
bathroom. The fan was not running at the time since we used it only
during the night. When I went upstairs, I went into the bathroom and shut
the door behind me as I always did. I did not realize it at the time, but
when I closed the bathroom door, Joshua decided to crawl up the steps to
see me. As I said--I had no idea that he was doing this. However, right
after I shut the door, I brushed my teeth and was going to start shaving.
I don't remember exactly how long, maybe a minute or two--I'm not sure.
However, for some reason I just decided to open the door and look out
into the hallway. I had no reasons to because I hadn't shaved yet and I
never opened the door until I was finished shaving. However, for some
reason I felt that I should open the door. I did not hear anything that
would prompt me to open the door. There was no reason in my mind. I just
felt that for some reason I should open the door--something I had to do.
Now, I can't explain that feeling--but it was there.
And so, I did open the door. I opened it just in time to see my little
grandson, Joshua, on the next to the last step reaching for the fan to
hang on to so that he could pull himself up to come and see his grandpa.
As he grabbed hold of the fan, it started to tip towards him. I opened
the door just in time to grab Josh with my right arm and the fan with my
left arm--just in time to keep Josh from rolling down the steps with the
big heavy fan on top of him. Had I been one second later--had I been a
half-second later--I shudder to think what would have happened. Josh
could no doubt have been crippled or perhaps it could have killed him.
But I wasn't too late. I was just in time.
In the years that have past, Josh has grown into a fine young man. And I
still often rethink that moment. I try to remember what invoked me to
open the door--I still can't explain it. No, I can't explain it--but I
am certain that it was either God or one of his angels telling me that I
had better get out there. Either way, it was God intervening. There is
just no other explanation.
I am well aware that anyone can make up a story such as this. It's easy
to do and it sounds good. But let me assure you that if I were to make up
a story, it certainly would not be about God and His angels.
"For the Scriptures say,
'He orders his angels to protect
and guard you'." Luke 4:10 NLT
[ by: Frank SanGregory, Copyright © 2003 (email@example.com) -- submitted by: Frank SanGregory ]
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