Saturday, May 21, 2005

Angels in Russia?

I can only describe the event on the trolleybus this way. A gentleman sitting behind me spoke to me in Russian and I spoke to him in English and we understood one another perfectly. Spencer and I were on the bus headed the wrong way. This man saw us reading the map. He asked me to show him where I wanted to go. He was using words I was not familiar with... but somehow I understood that I had to walk two blocks back and get on bus number six. And people yelled at him to tell him that I needed to cross the street. I was amazed at how protected I felt. Once again we got home safely--the number six took us directly to the transportation center right near our house! God is good all the time.

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