I met Angel (a middle-age German American) about two years ago while answering a call, for my handyman services, from a 90yr. old man who lives in a town about 10 miles away from us. Angel was doing house-cleaning for Matthew and his one month younger (90yr. old) wife, Lola (who has had Alzheimer's for about 10 years, now). Angel has known this couple since before Lola had her symptoms.
To make a long story shorter, Matthew attempted, recently, to change a yard-light on his own ladder and fell, hitting his head on a sharp rock, causing an hematoma to the brain, affecting a stroke which has left him paralyzed on his right side (temporarily?). -Both Matthew and Lola, subsequently, are now in a Nursing Facility.
Angel called me over this last Thursday to winterize the Swamp-cooler at Matthew's Place. While there, I could see Angel was struggling with the situation, and as I spoke with her a few moments, she opened up, admitting (in her thick German-English accent) that she was "at the end of her rope". She and her husband are having problems and now separated; she's staying right now at Matthew's Place. Matthew and Lola are in the Rest Home; her "x" died recently and she has to go to Germany to sell his house and she can't understand the German Attorney's letters to her; she cannot afford to go to Germany because her car has been having mechanical troubles so she's lost a number of her house-cleaning jobs, and doesn't have enough money to go.
Angel finally admitted that she's drinking too much (and smelled like it). I told her kindly that God loves her and has a plan for her life, if she would only listen to the quiet prompting of His Spirit. She had told me she had been going to a nearby non-denominational church group not far away, but had stopped. She told me she was raised catholic and hates that religion, doesn't go any more to that little church nearby, saying, "There's something missing".
I told Angel to please save her liquor-money for gasoline and for getting her car fixed. She apologized for her condition and for "speaking French", -"could I forgive her?" I assured her I did. -She wanted to cry on my shoulder, but I told her that I had to leave, that she could go right back into Matthew's house and tell God all her troubles, just like everything she was telling me; to yell and scream and cry, if she felt like it, and that He would hear and understand. I told her that He holds all the worlds in their orbits and is rather more able than me to give her the guidance and help she needs so desperately.
Will each of you please include Angel in your prayers that God will draw near, revealing Himself to her in a way that she will recognize, and depend wholly and completely on Him?
