Testimonials: My Encounter with an Angel

The story I'm about to share is deeply personal, one that I've held close to my heart and shared only with a select few of my closest family members. It's the story of my journey to becoming a believer, filled with vulnerability, struggles, and ultimately, profound transformation.

Opening up about something so intimate isn't easy, but there's great power in our testimonies. My hope and prayer is that by sharing my experience, you might find encouragement, inspiration, or perhaps even see a reflection of your own journey within mine. Know that you're not alone wherever you are on your own path. We are all beautifully and wonderfully connected, supporting each other as we navigate twists and turns.

Thank you for allowing me to share my heart with you …

When I was a little girl in grade school, my family had recently moved. Being the new kid at school wasn't easy, and making friends was a challenge. That's why I felt overjoyed when a girl from my class invited me to her house after school. She assured me we could ride her bus home and that her mom would bring me back later that evening.

I felt both excited and nervous, as her neighborhood was completely unfamiliar to me. Unfortunately, things took a troubling turn when her mother came home and discovered that she hadn't asked for permission before inviting me. After an argument, my friend told me I needed to leave immediately because she was in trouble. Fear quickly overtook me—I had no idea how to find my way home. We had only been in our new house for a couple of weeks, and I wasn't even sure of our address or phone number.

Feeling lost and anxious, I began walking aimlessly. Tears filled my eyes as I approached an intersection, uncertain of which direction to take. It was then that an older gentleman nearby noticed my distress. Gently, he asked why I was upset, and for some reason, I opened up to him, explaining my situation. He asked me to describe my house, promising he would help me find my way home.

Even now, I'm not entirely sure why I trusted him so instinctively. Perhaps it was because he reminded me of my beloved grandfather, whom I had missed deeply since moving. My grandfather played an instrumental role in my faith journey. He taught me about the Lord, regularly read the Bible to me, and through his example of faithfulness, guided me toward my salvation in Christ Jesus. The stranger seemed genuinely kind, and his presence felt comforting and safe, easing some of the sadness I felt from being separated from my grandfather.

As we walked together toward what I hoped was the right direction, my anxiety slowly melted away. Suddenly, familiar surroundings appeared—I was close to home! Relief surged through me, and I ran the rest of the way. My mother was outside, anxiously looking for me because it was much later than I had told her I'd be home. Breathlessly, I told her about the kind man who had guided me home. But when we turned around to thank him, he had vanished without a trace.

To this day, it remains a mystery how he knew exactly where I lived, guided only by my vague description of "a green house." Looking back, I realize it was impossible for him to pinpoint my home with so little detail. I've come to understand and firmly believe that this man was no ordinary stranger but someone sent by God to watch over and guide me safely home.

I hold this moment dear to my heart, clinging to the hope that someday, when I return home to the Lord, I'll reunite with my guardian angel and finally express my gratitude to him.