During my travels the Lord has always had someone available to make me feel welcome. There was a church home away from home and folks who treated me like family. Probably most memorable was the Christmastime Sunday that found me hobbling into a small, unfamiliar church in Plano, TX. My trying to slip into a back pew unnoticed didn't work. My bottom hadn't hit the seat before the hand shaking and "Welcome, my name is..." started.

A thin young lady dressed all in black, including a pair of shoes with what had to be at least four inch platform soles, was hugging people right and left. There seemed to be something special about the girl whom I guessed to be between ten and thirteen years of age. When she spotted me she came to me and announced, "I'm Ashton. You need a friend so I'll sit by you today."

When others entered the church, she'd rise and welcome them and indicate me and say, "This is my friend." She had a captivating smile and a loving heart.

Did the Lord send me an angel that day? What do you think?