Angel in a one-ton Chevy

"Lord, grant me the strength to dig through this snow. Send your angels to give me the stamina to move that gorgeous, shimmery, twelve inch thick carpet of snow off the car, and the three foot high drifts from around it."

I surveyed the scene in front of me. A thick layer of cotton covered everything, from cars and sidewalks to electrical wires and treetops. The sounds of traffic (what there was of it), birdsong, even snow blowers seemed muffled by the blanket of snow.

The snowfall stopped an hour or so earlier, and the plow had run down both sides of our street, sending drifts of fluffy stuff up to the windowsills of the cars. I looked back to the house. Kara was parked in front of me; ordinarily I'd be able to shovel a nice wedge in front of the car, free up all the wheels, make sure the drive wheel's path was clear down to the pavement and power out, but her car was too close to mine. Still, between us we could manage to clear a path both of us could use.

Kara came out, laughing. Last year, during our record eighteen inch snowfall, she had been on a mission trip to the Philippines. This is her first year to (repeatedly) dig her car out from under. We started clearing a path.

"Hey, is it worth twenty bucks to you for me to pull you out?"

I looked up, my bright fuchsia pom-pon bedecked hat sliding back further on my head. A black pick up truck had pulled up in the street, the driver leaning out of the window.

"How much for both of us?" I asked, gesturing to both cars.

"Thirty for both."

"Hey, Kara - what's the state of your finances? Oh, wait a minute-" I turned back to the pick up. "Would you take a check?"

Yes, there are angels roaming the earth. They just happen to drive one-ton Chevys and take checks.

If you abide in me, and my words abide in you, ask whatever you wish, and it will be done for you.John 15:7 (ESV)