It was a cold, cold night and nine below zero. My son Ethan (about 12 years old) and I were driving together back from my Mom’s place to home on a dark country road. We were having a conversation about Jesus. Ethan suddenly excitedly spoke up and told me there was someone in the car with us. I asked, “Who and where?” Ethan asked me if I saw him and I said, “No, where is he?” not knowing what he was talking about. Ethan then said there was an angel in the back seat of our car and the angel had touched him twice. Ethan felt a tingling feeling, which tickled him and made him laugh, and he said the angel was happy too. He said he saw the form of a person in the back seat. I asked Ethan if he was big like a basketball player and Ethan said, “No Mom, more like a football player.” And taking up a good part of the back seat…
NEVER ALONE
