The evening devotional at church was due to start in just 10 minutes. It was only a few blocks away, but if my best friend, Molly, didn’t meet me at my house soon, we’d miss the choir’s opening hymn.
“C’mon,” I said, grabbing Molly’s hand when she finally arrived. “We have to run!”
Our feet smacked the pavement as we sprinted the three blocks to church, my ponytail flying out behind me. There hadn’t been a breeze all day, but just then a powerful gust of wind came up behind us. Its mighty whoosh sounded like the flapping of angels’ wings.
I held onto Molly’s hand tight as we were both lifted right off the ground! Our feet touched down a moment later, but the wind pushed us forward at an incredible pace.
We raced into the church just in time to hear the first notes of “Ave Maria.” Molly and I were on time, thanks to the angels who gave us a lift.
