Recently, it has become clear to me that I need to go in a new direction. I have had so many “God-Thing” Stories in my own Life, not to mention all of the stories He has brought to me.

If you have a God-Thing to share, send it to me.

I always collected stories from friends and acquaintances.

Once you read the first article….. you will totally understand why I am changing my venue.

KRISTA THE STORYTELLER

Do You Believe In Angels?

Recently I went on a two week Vacation to South Dakota with my Best Buds.

We were in Rapid City for a week. Our tours included Mt. Rushmore, Crazy Horse, Custer State Park, Needles Highway, Deadwood, and The Hill City 1890’s Railroad.

We left the following Monday with a common goal……. Visit Devils Tower in Wyoming, and Little Bighorn in Montana.

Goal accomplished by Mon. eve, we booked rooms at a Red Roof Inn and head to a suggested steakhouse.

The Montana Grill was a friendly little abode in a one-horsed town nearby. Upon entering, we were greeted by a warm, middle-aged woman of Native American descent. While browsing the menu, I noticed that Christian Music was playing on the radio. I knew that I was in my element.

After a delectable meal, the owner came back to check on us. She asked if we were satisfied with our meal. My answer will not surprise you. ”Not only was our meal amazing, but also our atmosphere. You go girl! I knew that I was in a good place when I heard the Christian music playing.”

Miss Kristi, of Apache Heritage, was obviously filled with The Holy Spirit. For 45 minutes, she engulfed us with her story. I could easily have spent an entire evening in her presence. “Why?” You ask? It wasn’t her presence we were in, but God within her.

With rays of joy beaming from her face, she gave the following account:” I am of Apache descent. I was raised as a Mormon. I loved my family. However, the God they worshipped was an angry God, out to get me.”

“I was not worthy of His love, what little there was of it. He was a God of legalistic rules, and I hated him.”

“LOLOL!” I interjected. “Sounds like Catholicism in the 50’s-60’s era, before Vatican II. The God that I grew up with was like a farmer with a cattle prod ready to zap me.”

Kristy continued. “Once I married, and left the family faith, they tried to convince me that I was going to burn in hell. Oh well, since I was going to hell in a hand -basket, I figured that my spouse and I needed to take a new path.”

“As a couple, we became somewhat like gypsies. We entered the food business. Setting up restaurants at fairs and street venues across the country, we became food carnies.”

“While living in Arizona, I was becoming increasingly disenchanted with life in general. As far as I was concerned, I wanted nothing to do with that God. There was so much more that I was searching for. I was depressed. I felt that I was in a dark tunnel with no way out.”

“One day, I planned to take my life. I saved up all the pills, and planned the place and time to make my exit. I even made my last day with my kids a very special one.”

Kristy asked, ”Do you believe in angels? I had a visit from a black angel that saved my life. The rest of my story is a miracle. So hold onto your hats, my friends. For what I’m about to tell you is a true story.”

“The afternoon that I planned to take my life, I went to the store. Walking towards me was a very, large African American woman. She had these beautiful, piercing, green eyes that looked inside your soul. She was one that stood out in a crowd.”

“As she placed her hand on my shoulder, it’s as if I felt a spark go through me. The woman spoke.” ”God wants you to know that He has plans for your life. You are precious to Him, and He loves you.”

“The entire time that she spoke, she had sticks in her hand. She seemed to be making something from the materials.”

“She took my hand and looked into my eyes.”

“God loves you. He sent His Son to die for you. Live for Him. Spread His joy!”

“As I looked down, she placed the created object in my hands. It was a crown of thorns. In disbelief, I looked up. She was gone!”

“A person does not just disappear! My only explanation…. She was a messenger sent from God.”

“My life took on a new venue, after that experience. I began to douse myself with the Word of God. I began to strictly live for Him. My family and I began to love, learn and listen. “

Then I enquired, ”How did you wind up here?” Laughingly, we both said together, ”God!”

Kristi explained. “My brother called and told me that there was a restaurant in town that was for sale. I was very hesitant at first. One day, while working in my garden, I heard His voice within my spirit. ’Go.’ Simple as that.”

“God has made me a collector of stories. I keep a notebook wherever I go. Once in Walmart an Army Vet, on his way to Iraq, came up to me and said,’ I’m supposed to tell you my story.’ Things like this happen to me all the time.”

“Become a storyteller, Miss Sue. Perhaps we’ll write a book together someday.”

SO MY FRIENDS…….If you have a story…send it to me. I’ll share it with your permission.

Love and prayers,

Fearless Faith