Doing Gods job.Hitting the Highways and Hedges

Today I write this story with a heavy heart,but at the same time happiness. In no way do I write this to glorify me,but the God that created me and gave me the heart for others.He has always gave me a heart to reach out to the ones in the streets,the ones not as loved. To get out of the comfortable building and off the pew.

In Gods word he commands us to go to the Highways and Hedges..Luke 14:1, 12-24

My story starts a few weekends back and is a true story.I will call her Angel in the story.

A few weekends ago my sweet grandbaby had a birthday party. It had been a busy weekend and day. We had just gotten in the car to leave the party very tired and worn out. As my son-in-law was driving us down a major highway in our town we approached a lady standing in the road. She seemed very fragile he clothes turned wrong side out and she may have been 100 lbs soaking wet. We could tell she was very upset and trying to stop someone to help her. As she stood in the middle of many lanes of traffic flagging for help cars continued to pass her by. See in today's time people are more worried about their safety and time than someone in need. Without giving it any thought my son-in-law stopped in the middle of the on going traffic and ask her what she needed. With tears rolling down her face and hardly able to speak we put her in the car by me. Yes she was an Angel or maybe even Jesus.I wrapped my arms around her and she laid her head on my shoulder.With a broken heart and tears she told us her story. Angel had rode to the hospital by ambulance from another town. She was in pain and very fragile. As we looked we could not see where they had even taken blood,given her fluids or anything. She was very thirsty and hungry and dehydrated standing in the 100 degree weather. We had to make a decision what to do here. We knew we couldn't just leave her and where and who did she even belong to? At this point all that mattered was she was Gods child and needed us. We decided to take her to another hospital and see if we could get her help. My son-in-law pulled into the ER,got her a wheelchair and we started the process.One that would lead into the early morning hours.As we entered the hospital I told the cop standing there what was going on as my daughter and son-in-law tried to make Angel comfortable. We got her checked in to the ER about four o'clock that evening. After talking and finding out more we knew Angel had a leaking heart valve and many other problems that others seemed not to care about .You ask why? maybe because she was a poor black lady....maybe because she wasn't as clean and dressed like us....maybe because she came from a side of town not many care not to venture into,BUT God cares.

As minutes turned into hours Angel still cried...if I tried to walk away even to bathroom she would beg me not to leave her. I would assure her I would return. At some point I wondered what I was doing there and what should I do,but all I knew is I couldn't leave her. My family worked to find her next of kin and get food and drink to make her as comfortable as we could. She was so happy to have us there she would try to smile with no teeth in her head and tears of joy flowing down her face. I wished I could say the hospital cared as much as we did,but to them she was just another number. She was cold and yet I couldn't even get her a blanket...she was hungry and they wouldn't even get me a jello. I sat and wondered what has our world come to?

Probably about midnight we finally got a room. Yes it had been all day with her sitting in a wheelchair. As she finally got in a bed VERY little was done. The doctor let me know she was a regular . I thought to myself how do you know the pain and life of this woman?She is hurting,cold,fragile,hungry alone and im sure all she knows is to get to a hospital where someone might care. It hurts me to say they didn't. I did get them to give her fluids because I could tell she was dehydrated. They took her blood and ex-ray,but that is all.They wouldn't keep her and where would she go?Who would take care of her? No family ever showed up,but I did find out she had a church ministers wife that checked on her. I talked with her and all I knew to do was send her home in the hospital van,pray and try and stay in touch and see what I could do to help her.About 2 am the hospital assured me they would get her home...tired an worn from the day I decided I had to leave her. I didn't want to and as I told her bye she cried and said she had never felt such love and that God had sent her an Angel. With tears in both our eyes we parted ways never to know if I would see her again.

On Saturday I got a call from the ministers with that they had found Angel dead on her door step. It broke my heart to know,but I can be sure of one thing...I reached out with all the love God had put into me and I will see her again in heaven.

We never know what God has for us when we walk out our door,but please be aware he just might have an Angel for you to meet.

In Memory o a special lady.