God Sent Alex

Writing What I Live and See … this post if for anyone who wonders if God is with them.

Mission In Place

I drove to town to pay for a room for a friend who was riding in late on the train. She needed a room for one night, and she had plans to check into the Salvation Army the next day.

I pulled into the parking lot of the hotel, stopped as close to the front door as possible, and got out. From behind the bushes, a man jumped at me, and I screamed. “Stop! Don’t do that?”

(Well, he might have stepped from the bushes, but at that moment my senses were heightened since I was not at a hotel known for its safety.)

I sort of yelled at him. “You scared me to death.”

Holding his garden hose, the water dripped on my shoes, and I moved backwards. He answered,

“Sorry, I was watering my plants.”

“It seems like you’re watering me now. Is this where I pay for a room for someone? I believe she called you.”

“Yes, at the window. I’ll go inside and we’ll do this.” He dropped the hose in the bushes.

Mission at Risk

At that moment, a roar came close, and a pickup pulled up behind my car, stopping. Two men got out, and then another truck parked on the right of my car, but those men remained inside the cab, the engine idling.

I felt uneasy, and prayed for the Lord to keep me safe, and then the tiny window opened in front of me.

The man had me write my friend’s name down, took my cash, and said, “Thank you. I’ll hold her room.”

I bent down, peeking through the window. “May I have a receipt, please?”

“I’ll write it on this.” And he proceeded to jot his name on a business card, with the amount and the word paid.

“This is my receipt?”

“It’s what I have.”

“Thank you. So she does have a room?”

“Yes, I’ll hold it for her.”

Mission Guided by God

At that moment, I felt like someone was hovering close behind me, and I glanced over my shoulder.

“Oh, my goodness. It’s you, Alex (not his real name). I’m so glad to see you. What in the world are you doing?”

He shuffled side to side. “Getting me a room.”

“So are these …?” I motioned to the men who now looked at me, as the other two were now out of their truck. “Are these your friends?”

“Yes, we know each other.”

“Then, be sure to let them know I’m their friend, too.” Laughing, I hollered at the men. “Hey, I’m your friend. I am. You just haven’t met me before.”

I hurried, shuffling to my car since no one laughed or responded. Opening my door, the words blasted from Alex and I nearly fell down. He ordered, “Hey, move your trucks. This is Ms. Pam. She needs to turn around.”

Like obedient children, they moved their trucks to the other side of the parking lot. I then tumbled into the seat of my car, my feet wet and my heart happy.

I was so grateful for a friend who hovered so close! Which made me know I was safer than I thought! For God brought him to stand behind me at the exact moment I needed him! At the exact moment when my heart was in my throat and my feet were wet, Alex had my back!

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