tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3191620148704294731.post6442016518109075097..comments2019-05-26T12:46:41.657+08:00Comments on The Ramblings of A Missionary Wife: Tattoos Candyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16773729246194736997noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3191620148704294731.post-44680342864847063792013-05-04T00:00:46.550+08:002013-05-04T00:00:46.550+08:00Love. My mom had a similar experience when she wa...Love. My mom had a similar experience when she was driving by herself, for the first time, from PA to FL, being recently widowed. She was nervous about the trip, but went. On the way, she developed car problems and pulled into a service station. She went to a nice looking employee and asked for help. He brushed her off with his impatient attitude and rudeness. She returned to the car, stifling tears and prayed for the Lord to help her. Just then, a "gang" of tattooed motorcyclists pulled up to the pumps. She got scared....she thought things were getting worse and was afraid if they noted she was alone. One of the burly guys strutted up to her and asked, "Mam, you look distressed, are you needing help in any way?" <br /><br />What a surprise! She went on and explained her dilemma and before you know it several of his buddies had her hood up and remedied the problem in no time! <br /><br />God allows these experiences to speak to us. My mom felt both rebuked and cared for by the Lord at one time. She thanks God for the unlikely angels (messengers of God) that met her in her distress as an answer to prayer and who taught her to expect God to show Himself in the most unlikely ways. - Ruth Patton Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3191620148704294731.post-18298282630298030862013-05-03T19:24:05.816+08:002013-05-03T19:24:05.816+08:00well said.well said.Jonathannoreply@blogger.com