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[Angelwings]

In September 1960, I woke up one morning with six

hungry babies and just 75 cents in my pocket.



Their father was gone.



The boys ranged from three months to

seven years; their sister was two.



Their Dad had never been much more than a presence they feared.



Whenever they heard his tires crunch on the gravel driveway

they would scramble to hide under their beds.



He did manage to leave $15 a week to buy groceries.



Now that he had decided to leave, there would

be no more beatings, but no food either.



If there was a welfare system in effect in southern

Indiana at that time, I certainly knew nothing about it.



I scrubbed the kids until they looked brand new and then put on my

best homemade dress, loaded them into the rusty old 51 Chevy and

drove off to find a job.



The seven of us went to every factory, store and

restaurant in our small town.



No luck.



The kids stayed crammed into the car and tried to be quiet

while I tried to convince who ever would listen that I was

willing to learn or do anything. I had to have a job.



Still no luck.



The last place we went to, just a few miles out of town,

was an old Root Beer Barrel drive-in t hat had been

converted to a truck stop. It was called the Big Wheel.



An old lady named Granny owned the place and she peeked

out of the window from time to time at all those kids.



She needed someone on the graveyard shift,

11 at night until seven in the morning.



She paid 65 cents an hour, and I could start that night.



I raced home and called the teenager down the street that baby-sat for people.

I bargained with her to come and sleep on my sofa for a dollar a night.



She could arrive with her pajamas on and the kids would already be asleep



This seemed like a good arrangement to her, so we made a deal.



That night when the little ones and I knelt to say our prayers, we all

thanked God for finding Mommy a job. And so I started at the Big Wheel.



When I got home in the mornings I woke the baby-sitter up and sent her

home with one dollar of my tip money -- fully half of what I averaged every night.



As the weeks went by, heating bills added a strain to my meager wage.



The tires on the old Chevy had the consistency of penny balloons

and began to leak. I had to fill them with air on the way to work

and again every morning before I could go home.



One bleak fall morning, I dragged myself to the car to go home

and found four tires in the back seat. New tires!



There was no note, no nothing, just those beautiful brand new tires.



Had angels taken up residence in Indiana ? I wondered.



I made a deal with the local service station. In exchange

for his mounting the new tires, I would clean up his office.



I remember it took me a lot longer to scrub his floor than it did for him to do the tires.



I was now working six nights instead of five and it still wasn't enough.



Christmas was coming and I knew there would be no money for toys for the kids.



I found a can of red paint and started repairing and painting some old toys.

Then I hid them in the basement so there would be something for

Santa to deliver on Christmas morning.



Clothes were a worry too. I was sewing patches on top of patches

on the boys pants and soon they would be too far gone to repair.



On Christmas Eve the usual customers were drinking coffee in the Big Wheel.



There were the truckers, Les, Frank, and Jim, and a state trooper named Joe.



A few musicians were hanging around after a gig at the

Legion and were dropping nickels in the pinball machine.



The regulars all just sat around and talked through the wee hours

of the morning and then left to get home before the sun came up.



When it was time for me to go home at seven o'clock on Christmas

morning, to my amazement, my old battered Chevy was filled full to

the top with boxes of all shapes and sizes.



I quickly opened the driver's side door, crawled inside

and kneeled in the front facing the back seat.



Reaching back, I pulled off the lid of the top box.



Inside was whole case of little blue jeans, sizes 2-10!



I looked inside another box: It was full of shirts to go with the jeans.



Then I peeked inside some of the other boxes.

There was candy and nuts and bananas and bags of groceries.

There was an enormous ham for baking, and canned vegetables and potatoes.

There was pudding and Jell-O and cookies, pie filling and flour.

There was whole bag of laundry supplies and cleaning items.



And there were five toy trucks and one beautiful little doll.



As I drove back through empty streets as the sun slowly rose

on the most amazing Christmas Day of my life, I was sobbing with gratitude.



And I will never forget the joy on the faces of my little ones that precious morning.



Yes, there were angels in Indiana that long-ago December.

And they all hung out at the Big Wheel truck stop....



THE POWER OF PRAYER.

I believe that God only gives three answers to prayer:



1. 'Yes!'
2. 'Not yet.'
3. 'I have something better in mind.'



God still sits on the throne, the devil is a liar.



You maybe going through a tough time right now but God

is getting ready to bless you in a way that you cannot imagine.


My instructions were to pick people that I wanted

God to bless, and I picked my Oasis Family

Please pass this to people you want

to be blessed.



This prayer is powerful, and prayer is one of the best gifts

we receive. There is no cost but a lot of rewards



Let's continue to pray for one another. Here is the prayer:....



Father, I ask You to bless my friends, relatives and email buddies

reading this right now. Show them a new revelation of Your love and power.

Amen.

[Psittac]

That was a really good post, I had to e-mail it to my family