Messages from Messengers of Light – Part 3
My third (and last!) son was a very dangerous little guy. I felt that I was saving his life daily, even before he entered the “terrible two’s.” One day I had even called my husband at work, crying. “I think Seth’s going to die today! I just caught him trying to back into the laundry chute holding my biggest butcher knife!”
I was certain that God must have several guardian angels posted on this child, 24/7!
One day, the 2-year-old had escaped outside, and I heard a blood-curdling scream on the driveway. Running out the back door, I saw that he had somehow rolled a two-wheel bicycle forward, with his little finger now stuck between the bicycle chain and the gear. I could not roll the wheel forward nor backward to release his flattened little finger. Screaming for anyone in the neighborhood’s help, I picked up the bike (with him and his finger attached) to try to get anyone’s attention on our short, dead-end street. NObody seemed to hear, and Seth, the bike, and I were now hidden behind our huge pine tree in the front yard.
Suddenly, from the dead-end end of our street came the most professional bicyclist racer I’d ever seen in person. He appeared from “no-where”, and rode right to us…the screaming woman and the screaming 2-year-old behind the big tree. Unzipping his small, professional bag of bicycle tools, he quickly disengaged the wheel gears and released the flattened little finger. Both Seth and I were crying . . . he with screams of pain, and me imagining my baby losing his finger. When I looked up to thank the professional racer, he had completely disappeared. Gone. I didn’t see him go, had no way to thank him, and could not imagine how a professional racer could be riding from the dead-end of a little one-block-long street in Little Chute, Wisconsin.
Seth’s daddy arrived and we rushed to the ER, with his finger saved through the quick actions of a mysterious Stranger, never seen before nor since.
Divine interventions were frequently needed in those early years of Seth’s life. . .
(my last child!) and I definitely had a sense of Angels nearby. (I think they must have had a rotation schedule just for Seth!)
But for me, that professional, world-class bicyclist will always be an Angel in my book (whether divine or not!)!