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My flight from Atlanta bounced down a Newark, NJ, runway on a busy, frosty, Monday morning in January.

I slid into the passenger parade from the terminal gate to the air train to the baggage claim. Grabbing my zebra-motif suitcase, I stepped into another accounting-control-audit week at a manufacturing facility.

I draped my long, black, leather coat with my keyboard scarf over my shoulders. I decided to ride the escalator up to the air-train station, suitcase in one hand and computer bag in the other. Big mistake. Neither gloved hand was free for the safety handrail.

I rolled my computer bag on one step, followed on the next step, then eased my suitcase up onto the moving step behind me. Halfway up the escalator, I lost my balance. The suitcase jerked and pulled me to my back, and I skidded down the unforgiving steps.

Before I could call for help, two men at the top ran down, gathered me and my bags on the still-moving staircase, and carried me safely to the landing. Like angels, they were there at that moment to rescue me.

Upon arrival at the plant, I opened the main door, was overcome by the nauseating smell of dog treats, and noticed the emerging goose egg on my lower back. The accounting manager gave me a bag of ice to help reduce the swelling and ease the pain. Although shaky from the accident, I was relieved to be able to work—nothing broken, nothing lost, no hospital visit necessary.

God promises to send His angels to guard us, and we can trust His promise. We may not see them, but they are there, nevertheless. We should pause daily to thank God for all the angels He sends to rescue us.

Have you stopped lately to thank God for the angels He sends your way?

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