Are not all (angels) ministering spirits? Hebrews 1:13,14

'Mom! Are we almost there?' Five year-old Jesse yawned as he stretched his little hands to grab his teddy bear.

'Yes. There's the bus depot. We change buses once more. And it's off to Grandma's. You remember the name of her town?'

'Guada - Guala -'

'It's Guadalajara.' Gua-da-la-ja-ra,' Shirley said. 'And don't forget. It's 'ya' not 'ja'.' She smiled as she wiped the sweat from Jesse's forehead. The bus was air-conditioned, but it still felt hot.

When they got to the bus depot, they had a surprise. The bus for Guadalajara left from another depot.

'Why, Mom?' Jesse murmured as his mother helped him into a small taxi. 'You said -'

'I thought we only had to change buses,' Shirley said softly. 'But we have to go to another bus depot. I'm sorry. It'll be alright soon.'

'Adonde? Where you go?' The Mexican driver turned and smiled. <br><br> 'We're on our way to Guadalajara,' Shirley responded. 'I didn't know that it left from the other depot.

'I help you.' The driver pulled into the depot parking lot. 'Oh. There's your bus. It's leaving.' The driver leapt from the taxi and raced ahead of Shirley to stop the bus.

'Mom, is he an angel?' As Shirley paid the bus driver, Jesse's eyes followed the kind man's path back to his taxi.

'Perhaps he is, Jesse. The Bible says God gives his angels charge over us,' Shirley said quietly. Taking Jesse's hand, she guided him to a couple of empty seats.

'But would angels drive a cab?' Jesse wanted to know.

'Maybe,' Shirley replied. 'Maybe some do.'

Prayer: Thank You, Lord, that You put your angels in charge of us to guard us in our ways. Amen.

Frieda Martens. Winnipeg, Canada.