Taking a deeper insight into all of life's situations and people conversations, His Word shouts to me in a loud boom and other times in a gentle whisper of Truth. In devotional style, I wish to share my walk through many venues of life I cross with my Lord, with you. Be blessed. Coleene VanTilburg, blogger/writer.
Hebrews 1:14 (NAS) Are they not all ministering spirits,
sent out to render service for the sake of those who will inherit salvation?
A leisurely stroll on vacation, a walk of discovery through
an artsy old section of a college town, vibrant with youth, trendy eateries and
other shopping; God chose to reach His arms out and give me a hug this evening. I just love when He does that!
Stopped at a corner, along with my sister, we chose our
direction, straight ahead while waiting for the light to change. Behind me, I
glanced at three young men sitting against the wall, their musical instruments
twanging and strumming, piping and perpetuating income as the open guitar case
captured lose change.
The middle guy caught my eye. He had an untrimmed reddish
beard, and his framed face was topped by a cap with the same color hair
sprouting out all sides.The other two
musicians appeared a little more “presentable”, (whatever that means). All were
smiling, happy, as Mr. Redbeard shouted out to me.
“Hey, (as he looked right at me) what’s your favorite song?”(no breath, no answer from me because time
stood still). My sister turns her head and looks as he answers for me.
“Oh, I know.”He
begins to sing and his two partners on either side accompany him.
“Amazing Grace, how sweet the sound, that saved a wretch
like me. I once was lost but now I am found, was blind but now I see. My chains
are gone. I’ve been set free. My God, My Savior, has ransomed me.”
The light changed and my sister wanted to fly across that
“Wait, I said, I’m not leaving until they are finished
I hunched down in front of him and placed a few dollars in
his guitar case.
“Thank you,” I said
as our eyes met again. “That IS my favorite song. It is the last song, last
words my son sang to me before he died and went to be with Jesus five years
“Be Blessed”, he said, with a huge grin surrounded by his
My sister and I continued to walk up the street, though we
changed our original direction. Overwhelmed with joy, we didn’t get far before
I needed to go back. I wanted to take their picture.I did not have my camera with me, but
remembered I did have my cell phone. Not more than a few minutes had passed.
We returned to the scene, but the trio no longer embraced
that corner. They were not across the street, walking near-by, nor catty-corner.
The music left; the bearded stranger and his back-up closed the show with my
Whatever sadness, disappointment, hurt, tragedy you have
suffered in your life, I believe with all my heart that God grieves and suffers
along with us. He never leaves us alone. When we look for His blessings and
hold fast to the heart knowledge He gives us that He is ever present, He presents us amazing gifts that attend to our wounds and fill us with His Peace.
a song by Mercy Me called “The Hurt and the Healer.”The words say,
“I’m alive, even though a part of me has died. You take my
heart and bring it back to life.” God does this for me, and it is never how I
might expect it, so I know it is completely and lovingly from Him.
Thank you Lord for my red-bearded angel and his band, who
ministered to both my sister and me that beautiful Thursday evening in
Flagstaff, Az. A Train runs through the middle of this town surrounded by
glorious mountains and majestic deserts, and I believe a stopover in Heaven. CV