Proof The Bible Is True

Paula Steinke was enjoying Prospect High School immensely. She was now a sophomore, but her parents were still hesitant about giving her more freedom. “I especially worry when you stay late after school and walk home alone,” Paula’s dad explained to her. “Promise you’ll phone me to come and get you.” Paula promised. But she felt a little guilty. The Steinkes have six children, and her father was busy enough without adding yet another run to his personal taxi service. But she obeyed. Read More Angel Escorts Young Woman Home at Night – Guideposts.

One day my friend Doug Schockey was swimming in the ocean when he was caught in an undertow. No matter how hard he swam, the water dragged him farther out to sea. Panicking, he swam harder, exhausting himself with fear and exertion, when suddenly two swimmers appeared, one on either side of him, two men. Reead More Summer Angels Save Swimmer – Guideposts.

As an editor at Angels on Earth, Be an Angel Day was an idea I couldn’t pass up. Now I just had to find the right thing to do for someone else. Sounds easy, right? Not if you have a habit of over-thinking. Even with a list of ideas I couldn’t settle on the right one. I puzzled over it as the subway pulled into my stop, Times Square. On my long walk through the crowded station, head bent, weaving through the crowd, I kept asking myself, Who do I know who could use some kindness? Then it hit me: [More]

Liz had separated from her husband. She was emotionally devastated, and the reality of keeping her two preschool daughters fed and cared for had all but shattered her spirit. She believed in God, but where was he? She felt so alone. Reluctantly, she applied to get financial aid until she could find a job. A few days later, Liz realized that she had no money and no food in the cupboards. She checked her purse and pockets just in case, but there was no money anywhere, no way to buy even a small bag of groceries. Read More Hope and [More]

Going back to school for my accounting degree would be good for my five-year-old daughter in the long run, but for now it kept me from spending time with her. So in the free minutes I did have I made sure Georgia came first. We played “Lion King,” her favorite game, with a play set of figurines from the movie. Timon, the funny meerkat, was her favorite. One Saturday afternoon I studied in the yard while Georgia shuffled through the fall leaves with her figurines. The darkness snuck up on us. “Mommy,” Georgia said, “Timon is missing!” Read More Angels [More]

Bark chipped away under my feet as I scrambled up the tree. Not six inches below the soles of my shoes, a pack of feral dogs snapped and growled. My .22 caliber rifle lay useless on the snow-covered ground beneath the tree. “You shouldn’t be running your trap line alone this time of year,” my father had told me as I left the house that morning. “It can get dangerous up in those mountains.” “I can take care of myself,” I’d answered and I meant it. I was 13. I knew the Tennessee mountains. I couldn’t imagine a danger I [More]

Dave and Joyce Keel were stationed overseas in Naples, Italy. One weekend another couple joined them to camp on a Mediterranean beach further north than where they usually went. Al and Sonnie were into snorkeling and had brought their gear along. “Joyce, you have to try it,” Sonnie urged her. “You’ll love it.” Joyce warned Sonnie she was not a proficient swimmer, but her friend persuaded her to try. Al and Sonnie gave Joyce a snorkeling crash course and despite her misgivings, she decided to give it a try. “Stay real close to us,” Sonnie told her. “If you do [More]

Heat rose in waves from the road in front of me. I patted my horse, Patches. “I know, I’m hot too,” I said. “Maybe I shouldn’t have taken you out for a ride today.” Squinting against the glaring sun, I scanned the Montana sky for any sign of reprieve. The sky stretched blue and clear to the far horizon. I gave Patches as much slack in the reins as I could. Steady drops of sweat rolled down the middle of my back. My mouth dried until my lips cracked. I didn’t think I could keep going, but we could not [More]

Even if my daughter was 21, I was anxious over her taking her first road trip all on her own. I’d gone to the mall to distract myself. Still, my mind was on Dana. The trip had gone well, but she was making the long drive home this afternoon. I wished she was home already. I wandered through a department store and felt a command: Pray for her. Pray for her now. I stopped short, letting people walk around me while I concentrated on Dana. God, watch over her while she’s at the wheel. Let her know you’re with her. [More]

We were only an hour into our 3,000-mile, cross-country trek to my family reunion in North Carolina. Already, bored voices from the backseat of our old, un-air-conditioned Dodge Dart were pleading: “Are we there yet?” Driving wasn’t the fastest route to our destination, but it was the cheapest. My husband, Jeff, and I had planned this trip for months, mapping it from our home in eastern Washington, highlighting campgrounds along the way. I couldn’t wait to catch up with relatives and show off Christy, our newest addition at 18 months old. At least she wasn’t crying in her car seat—yet. [More]

We lounged on inner tubes, floating lazily down the river. It was August and some coworkers had invited me along on a weekend getaway, tubing Wisconsin’s Apple River. The river’s a hugely popular tubing spot. Already, only a few minutes after we’d entered the water, other tubers were joining our flotilla. At least 20 of us drifted in the gentle current, our tubes lashed together with thick twine. We talked, ate and drank, and watched the wooded banks glide by. Read More Survival Stories: Heavenly Angel on the Rapids – Guideposts.

For Mother’s Day, our tiny church had helped me prepare something special. “A gift to celebrate the mothers in the congregation,” I explained to the small but full house of worshippers. I said a silent prayer we had enough with the 10 baskets we’d filled up with a porcelain dove, Bible verse, lotions and perfume. “Would the moms come to the altar, please?” One by one, women rose and made their way up to me. I nervously counted heads. One, two, three… Eleven? My heart dropped. Maybe I miscounted. I hadn’t. Eleven mothers, ten gifts! “Lord,” I whispered, “we need [More]

Wildflowers as tall as wild grass dotted the countryside. Fortunately I hadn’t seen another car—or house—for miles, so I admired Massachusetts’ rolling meadows without distraction. I had just enough time to get to the Christian coffee house, where I was helping make a Father’s Day brunch. It wouldn’t happen without the supplies piled into my white Ford Galaxie: sausage, bacon and croissants, paper plates, cups and favors for the dads. via Guardian Angels Help Woman with Broken Car on Father’s Day – Guideposts.

My first scuba dive was a magical one. A beginner’s excursion in Barbados. The bright and colorful fish twirled around me, the sun appeared as just a glimmer of light 40 feet above my head. But after about 30 minutes, I felt woozy. I reached out and grabbed the air gage. I watched as the needle settled on zero. No oxygen at all! Read More Heavenly Angel Rescues Scuba Diver – Guideposts.

With only three weeks before we had to move, Mike and I still had nowhere to go. The house we were renting was up for sale, we couldn’t afford to buy our own and the right rental was just nowhere to be found. I filled the kitchen sink with dishes, wishing I could clean up life’s other messes as easily. What if we can’t find a place? I thought. We’ll be out on the street in no time. Read More The Oil Man Was Their Earth Angel and Answered Their Prayer – Guideposts.

I’d had a long day at work and my bad knee was at its worst. I dreamed of settling into my recliner for the evening. But I had to stop off at the grocery store. I had to get my special snack: a banana. It might seem like a small thing, but for me my two bananas a day meant the difference between feeling good and not. At least the fruit is in the very first aisle, I thought as I picked up a plastic basket in the supermarket. Read More Heavenly Angel Helps Woman With Simple Problem in Grocery [More]

Late one night, I was driving a group of young missionaries home from Mexico when a foul odor filled our bus. The engine gauges showed the temperature rising fast. I pulled over and lifted the hood. A rock had punctured the radiator. Antifreeze poured onto the engine block. The other chaperones and I led the kids outside for fresh air while we discussed options. The kids snapped photos of our predicament, but I worried. Just then, a blue Mustang pulled up behind us and a man stepped out. Read More Earth Angels: Mechanic Stops on the Road to Help with [More]

Car wash, dry cleaners, the grocery store… I made a mental list of everything I had to do the next morning as I crawled into my bed one cold January night. Nothing I can’t handle, I thought, snuggling under the blankets. Suddenly I sat bolt upright. The driveway! It was covered in six inches of snow. I’d have to clear it to get my car out to run my errands. I pictured myself dragging the snow blower out of the garage and battling the elements. Read More An Angel In My Driveway – Guideposts.

It wasn’t a great day for diving. Clouds darkened the horizon and eight-foot swells rocked our dive boat. There were nine of us on board, the captain, the dive master and seven divers. One woman was already sick from all the tossing and turning. Still, we were determined to go in. We were off a remote island in the Caribbean, about 40 miles from the coast of Honduras. We’d come a long way, flying several different airplanes to get here. Read More Heavenly Angel Frees Man From Diving Trouble – Guideposts.

Every second mattered. The blaze was less than two miles away, but it seemed like we’d never get there. Our fire squad barreled down the road. The siren screamed. My heart pounded inside my heavy turnout coat. My job was to lead the charge into the blaze. The other men would follow. They were depending on me to deliver the knockout blow to put out as much of the fire as I could on my own. I looked over the other firefighters on the squad. You could see their experience in the craggy lines on their faces. I was the [More]

Several years ago, our family rented a house that had a basement apartment under ours. The young couple who lived below us were quiet and unobtrusive. Their dog, however, was not. Cody was a typical black lab; a big, tail thumping extrovert. He loved to greet us by planting his huge paws on our chest. Our dog Tasha, an English Setter mix, was a kindred spirit. Because she shared the yard with Cody, they soon became fast friends. Read More A Final Offering to a Furry Friend – Guideposts.

Among my many blessings I count long-lasting friendships—two women especially, who are like angels in my life. On an October day in France, I was with them both in a wonderful way, something I could have never anticipated. Mireille has been my French pen pal since high school, 60 years ago. In 1989 I visited her in the seaside resort of Croix de Vie. “Would you like to see our lovely church of St. Croix?” she asked as we wandered through the village. It had been a long time since I’d gone into a church for something other than a [More]

The phone was ringing inside, but I couldn’t put my hands on my front door keys—not in the dark with an armload of Christmas presents. I dropped the shopping bags and fished around in my purse. Finally. I unlocked the door and grabbed the phone. It was my mama wondering if she could still expect me for dinner. “You sound stressed,” she said. I never could hide anything from Mama. I was worn out. Six mornings a week I did the Jennifer Show, a live variety show in Branson, Missouri. Every performance meant two hours of singing and dancing. The [More]

One brochure was all it took for my wife, Judy, and me to fall in love with Hawaii. Maui at Christmastime! We were there with our two kids on our dream vacation. Waves crashed right outside our hotel room. The ocean called to me on the balcony. The sky was cloudless, a brilliant blue. This really was paradise. “Don’t even unpack,” I said to the family. “Let’s hit the beach before the sun goes down.” Judy grabbed some towels, and we were off. I led the way to an ancient lava rock wall that had formed on the beach. “Follow [More]

I couldn’t believe my eyes: “Mom, is that really me?” In the mirror stood a happy young woman in the most beautiful wedding dress I’d ever seen. “The one and only,” Mom said. “This is your big day.” Right at this very moment, friends and family were taking their seats in the lovely church my fiancé and I had chosen. Dad waited to escort me up the aisle. I’d tied white satin bows on the pews, and arranged white and lavender flowers by the altar. Lavender, to match the bridesmaids dresses. It all seemed like a dream, especially because this [More]

Temperatures dropped, but no matter. Our house was warm as toast. I put finishing touches on the holiday decorations. Jackson, our Yorkshire terrier, watched me hang my stocking, then Bill’s. He cocked his head. “Do you think I’d forget you on Christmas Eve?” I pulled out the plaid stocking with “Jackson” embroidered at the top and hung it next to ours. Jackson wagged his tail. He might not have been able to read his name, but after 15 years he knew his stocking. I snaked some garland into the hallway. A pile of Christmas cards lay on the side table [More]

With every nerve in my body tensed, I hurried down the dark streets of San Francisco’s Mission District. Frightening even in the daytime, the neighborhood took on a sinister life of its own in the early morning hours. Only an emergency would have gotten me into those filthy alleyways at 2 a.m., and that was exactly why I was there that night in 1956. Clutched in my hand was my third-grade report card. It had to be signed for school the next day; “No excuses,” my teacher had warned. So I had to find my mother. Read More An Unlikely [More]