28: Ashley’s Angel

28: Ashley’s Angel

From Chicken Soup for the Soul: Angels Among Us

Ashley’s Angel

Evening, morning and noon I will pray and cry aloud and He shall hear my voice.

~Psalm 55:17

When my daughter turned nineteen, she announced to us she was moving from our small mountain town in central California to Pasadena. I wasn’t crazy about my youngest daughter moving to the big city, but I remembered The Beach Boys song, “The Little Old Lady from Pasadena.” So if my daughter seemed determined to relocate to southern California, that city seemed like a safer choice than most.

After a couple of years of junior college, she and her roommate, Laura, decided to transfer to the university. That meant moving away from the little old ladies in Pasadena. As starving college students they had to settle for a place that was less than advantageous — to say the least.

“We’re not living in the ghetto. We’re just living in the ‘ghett,’” Ashley joked, trying to reassure us. She was right. It wasn’t completely frightening, but there were just enough shady characters and siren sounds to keep a mother on her knees every night asking God to send angels to watch over the petite blonde beauty living in Los Angeles.

After parking her car one night, Ashley cautiously began walking to her door when she passed a group of guys who took notice of the fact she was alone. She and Laura had made a habit of calling each other as soon as they got out of the car and staying on the phone until they were safely inside, but tonight Laura wasn’t home either. Pretending to be on the phone, Ashley heard footsteps following her. With her heart in her throat, she breathed a prayer for safety.

Within minutes, she heard a voice behind her. “Sweetie, you’re being followed and I am just going to walk with you until you get to your door.”

“Normally if some guy calls me ‘sweetie,’ he’s the one I want to avoid,” Ashley informed. “But the minute this man opened his mouth, I felt safe.

“He didn’t actually walk with me,” she informed me. “He stayed a few steps behind. I reached my apartment, put my key in the door, and turned to thank him, but he was gone. He hadn’t had time to travel that far, but still he was nowhere in sight.”

While Ashley didn’t get to express her gratitude to her benefactor that night, I haven’t stopped thanking God for answering this fretting mother’s prayers.

~Linda Newton

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