A Signature of Miracles

I went down on my knees and asked the Lord what to do. A prayer meeting in church was scheduled for Thursday evening. People came and I was sitting by the telephone. I did not know why. Now I do.

The phone rang and a voice requested for Christel Decker.

I replied, “I am Christel.”

He continued, “This is you Sponsor Charles Butterfield.”

I quickly asked, “Where are you? I am in your fair City of Hamburg.” I did not have much to say. I just stated that I needed his signature. He gave me the hotel address and asked me to come over and get it.

He told me that when they were waiting in Stockholm for departure,  the pilot came on the intercom and informed the passengers he would not able to fly to Copenhagen because the whole city was enveloped by a thick fog. The plane would be rerouted to Hamburg, Germany instead.

It was a miracle. The Lord moved a jet flight for me to be able to get the signature. I left Hamburg on Saturday. When I got home I packed immediately. By Monday, my Dad drove me to Frankfurt and I was just in time to get on the plane for the USA on Tuesday, with not a day to spare.

Save

The post A Signature of Miracles appeared first on Mother, If in Heaven There Are No Apples, I Don’t Want to Go There.