This personal story brought back visions of the miracles of God. Did I see angels there that morning? No, but they were there whether I could see them or not!
It was early one morning, on a fall day when I began my commute to work. When I say commute, I meant it was a commute! From my garage in Poway, California to my parking space in San Bernardino, California it was exactly 95 miles, one way. It was freeway mileage most of the way in 1978, but in most places, it was two lanes north and two lanes south. There wasn't anything unusual that morning; traffic was minimal and the sun was starting to appear … Read More