Angel at Midnight by Diane Dean White |

ANGEL AT MIDNIGHT

Julie’s note: This first published with Jasmine’s Place

One year while waiting to move into our own home, we rented an older house in town. It had spacious rooms and our bedroom was at the front of the house and each of the children’s was near the back. As many older homes have, this one had a large upstairs that had been converted into a small studio apartment, and was vacant.

With the coming of Thanksgiving I was busy with preparations for the kids and activities they were involved in, and I hadn’t noticed the young mother and her little girl until after they had moved in upstairs. I immediately placed some cookies on a plate and took our eighth grade daughter up the side stairway to greet our new neighbors.

A young girl in her twenties stood in the doorway and stepped back to ask us in. Her young daughter spotted the cookies and gave us a bright cheerful grin! You could tell they were Mother and daughter each had lovely blonde hair and kind smiles.

I introduced myself and my daughter and we talked about the area for a few minutes and before leaving Mandy volunteered to watch the little girl if her Mother was in need of a baby sitter.

A few days before Thanksgiving, I realized how much I missed our own stove and oven, which was packed away while we were renting. I made a mental note to clean the rental gas oven before baking my pies.
We were planning on grandparents, aunts, uncles and other family members to come and share the day. I also sent a note to the gal upstairs and invited her and her daughter to join us. She stopped by a few days later and thanked us but said they would be going home that night to visit her family for the holiday, and return after Thanksgiving.

That evening after the children were in bed, I remembered the oven and asked my husband if he would spray the oven cleaner inside and lay papers under it. He took care of it while I busied myself with other things, then we went to bed.

A little after midnight we awakened to someone banging at the front the door, and while grabbing our bathrobes, realized there was smoke all over the place. I ran to the children’s rooms as my husband went to the door. There stood our new neighbor and her little girl. They had just arrived home, and she smelled smoke and called the fire department. Within minutes they came with the siren on and burst into the house. I had gathered the children onto the front porch, wrapped in blankets, far away from the kitchen area.

Immediately the firemen realized where the smoke had started and what had happened. In my haste to have a clean oven, I had forgotten that paper to catch the grease doesn’t go under a gas oven, and although it had taken a few hours, the smoke was spreading around the house.

We felt awful. The damage was minimal, but most importantly were our three children who had been sleeping nearby. After airing the house out, with the help of our friendly fire department, we went back to bed, very thankful that everyone was okay.

Thanksgiving came and we enjoyed pies baked in a clean oven, a turkey, roasted and sweet potato soufflé, other vegetables and favorite dressings and trimmings. We were truly grateful for the Lord’s protection over us and for a kind neighbor upstairs.

As we looked forward to the Christmas holiday, I watched for our neighbor and her little girl, I had a special gift for each of them. But after that evening when she came and knocked on our door, I hadn’t seen them.

I made a trip up to their door and peeked through the window, the place was empty, as if nobody had even been there. I tried contacting the landlord, but he didn’t know anything about them. It seemed incredible; and she’d said they were going to be at her family’s home that night. Why had she returned? I wanted to thank them again. The more I thought about it, the more I realized their short stay had possibly saved us all in an old house that could have gone up in flames so quickly.

A Thanksgiving Day doesn’t go by but what I think of the young mother and her entrance and exit in our lives. I know God brings many people into our path for various reasons. Was she an angel? I do know for certain that at each Thanksgiving I remember an old house with young children, and I especially give thanks for the messengers He sent, allowing us to celebrate many more Thanksgiving Days together. That is our special blessing from Him. © 2001- Diane Dean White

“Be not forgetful to entertain strangers, for thereby some have entertained angels unawares.” Hebrews 13: 2 KJV

Diane started her writing at an early age, but it wasn’t until her husband’s work took them to a small southern town she wrote her first column, “Yankee Viewpoint’s” for a local newspaper. Returning to her home-state of Michigan, she did stringer work over the years, ancestral history, and donor appeal letters for non-profit organizations. Diane self-published two books in the early 2000’s, and she became a columnist for a weekly magazine, for four years. She is the author of over three-hundred short stories, and her book On a Summer Night was released in October. She and hubby, Stephen, have been married for forty-one years, and they are the parents of three grown children and three grand-gals.