Three Angels Broadcasting Network Devotional.
When Angels are Busy.
By Bobby Davis
May 8th, 2026
“‘For the mountains shall depart and the hills be removed, but My kindness shall not depart from you, nor shall My covenant of peace be removed,’ says the Lord, who has mercy on you.”
Isaiah 54:10
I’ve been blessed by the kindness of strangers many times, and like most people, I’m always surprised. I shouldn’t be, but if I’m honest with myself, I realize that I’ve somehow fallen—with increasing ease—into the notion that most people are just looking out for themselves, and that kind and caring people are rare these days. I’ve also noticed that the more I allow myself to dwell or talk about the sad state of our world, the less caring I become. And then, there’s always that human tendency to keep track of the good I’m doing for others, too; making it easier to look down on everybody else. (God save me from that!)
However, every once in a while, I hear of a story of compassion, like this one, that helps to change my perspective.
A man in Denver, Colorado had just managed to coast, cursing, into a gas station. His engine had died, and now it wouldn’t even turn over. Before he could call a tow truck, he noticed a young woman who looked like she’d slipped on a patch of ice, falling forward into a pump. As he ran over to help her up, he realized that she’d probably collapsed from her sobs, instead.
The poor thing looked exhausted, with dark circles under her eyes. As he helped her up, she dropped something, and when he reached down, he realized it was a nickel. Suddenly, he got the picture. The woman in tears. The old car, back seat crammed with three kids—one in a car seat. The gas pump that read $4.95.
“Are you okay?” he asked. “Do you need some help?” But all she could say was, “Please, mister; I don’t want my kids to see me crying.”
They stood on the other side of the pump as she told him they were driving to California. Things were hard for her right then, so he asked, “And you were praying, weren’t you?”
She took a step back, but he reassured her he wasn’t a crazy man, adding, “Well, God heard you, and He sent me.”
Taking his card out, he swiped it through the reader on the pump so she could fill up her tank. While she was pumping, he walked to the restaurant next door and brought back two big bags of food, and several gift certificates for more.
She gave the food to the kids, who attacked it like wolves, then told him a little more. Her boyfriend had left several months ago, and she hadn’t been able to make ends meet. Finally, out of desperation, she’d called her parents, whom she hadn’t spoken to in five years. They told her to come out and live with them until she could get on her feet. Now, with everything she owned in that car, she’d told the kids they were heading to grandma’s house for Christmas.
Giving her his gloves, he said a quick prayer for her safety and waved goodbye. But as he walked away she asked, “So, are you like an angel, or something?”
He could feel tears welling up in his eyes. “Sweetie, at this time of year, angels are really busy, so sometimes God uses regular people.”
Walking back to his car, he wiped away tears of gratitude. And—as you might have guessed—his car started up right away and got him home with no problem. I’ll put it in the shop tomorrow, he thought. But I suspect the mechanic won’t find anything wrong.
Yes, sometimes the angels fly close enough that we can hear the flutter of their wings.
“Cast your cares on the Lord and he will sustain you; He will never let the righteous be shaken.” Psalm 55:22 (NIV).
When Angels are Busy.
By Bobby Davis
May 8th, 2026
“‘For the mountains shall depart and the hills be removed, but My kindness shall not depart from you, nor shall My covenant of peace be removed,’ says the Lord, who has mercy on you.”
Isaiah 54:10
I’ve been blessed by the kindness of strangers many times, and like most people, I’m always surprised. I shouldn’t be, but if I’m honest with myself, I realize that I’ve somehow fallen—with increasing ease—into the notion that most people are just looking out for themselves, and that kind and caring people are rare these days. I’ve also noticed that the more I allow myself to dwell or talk about the sad state of our world, the less caring I become. And then, there’s always that human tendency to keep track of the good I’m doing for others, too; making it easier to look down on everybody else. (God save me from that!)
However, every once in a while, I hear of a story of compassion, like this one, that helps to change my perspective.
A man in Denver, Colorado had just managed to coast, cursing, into a gas station. His engine had died, and now it wouldn’t even turn over. Before he could call a tow truck, he noticed a young woman who looked like she’d slipped on a patch of ice, falling forward into a pump. As he ran over to help her up, he realized that she’d probably collapsed from her sobs, instead.
The poor thing looked exhausted, with dark circles under her eyes. As he helped her up, she dropped something, and when he reached down, he realized it was a nickel. Suddenly, he got the picture. The woman in tears. The old car, back seat crammed with three kids—one in a car seat. The gas pump that read $4.95.
“Are you okay?” he asked. “Do you need some help?” But all she could say was, “Please, mister; I don’t want my kids to see me crying.”
They stood on the other side of the pump as she told him they were driving to California. Things were hard for her right then, so he asked, “And you were praying, weren’t you?”
She took a step back, but he reassured her he wasn’t a crazy man, adding, “Well, God heard you, and He sent me.”
Taking his card out, he swiped it through the reader on the pump so she could fill up her tank. While she was pumping, he walked to the restaurant next door and brought back two big bags of food, and several gift certificates for more.
She gave the food to the kids, who attacked it like wolves, then told him a little more. Her boyfriend had left several months ago, and she hadn’t been able to make ends meet. Finally, out of desperation, she’d called her parents, whom she hadn’t spoken to in five years. They told her to come out and live with them until she could get on her feet. Now, with everything she owned in that car, she’d told the kids they were heading to grandma’s house for Christmas.
Giving her his gloves, he said a quick prayer for her safety and waved goodbye. But as he walked away she asked, “So, are you like an angel, or something?”
He could feel tears welling up in his eyes. “Sweetie, at this time of year, angels are really busy, so sometimes God uses regular people.”
Walking back to his car, he wiped away tears of gratitude. And—as you might have guessed—his car started up right away and got him home with no problem. I’ll put it in the shop tomorrow, he thought. But I suspect the mechanic won’t find anything wrong.
Yes, sometimes the angels fly close enough that we can hear the flutter of their wings.
“Cast your cares on the Lord and he will sustain you; He will never let the righteous be shaken.” Psalm 55:22 (NIV).
Three Angels Broadcasting Network Devotional.
When Angels are Busy.
By Bobby Davis
May 8th, 2026
“‘For the mountains shall depart and the hills be removed, but My kindness shall not depart from you, nor shall My covenant of peace be removed,’ says the Lord, who has mercy on you.”
Isaiah 54:10
I’ve been blessed by the kindness of strangers many times, and like most people, I’m always surprised. I shouldn’t be, but if I’m honest with myself, I realize that I’ve somehow fallen—with increasing ease—into the notion that most people are just looking out for themselves, and that kind and caring people are rare these days. I’ve also noticed that the more I allow myself to dwell or talk about the sad state of our world, the less caring I become. And then, there’s always that human tendency to keep track of the good I’m doing for others, too; making it easier to look down on everybody else. (God save me from that!)
However, every once in a while, I hear of a story of compassion, like this one, that helps to change my perspective.
A man in Denver, Colorado had just managed to coast, cursing, into a gas station. His engine had died, and now it wouldn’t even turn over. Before he could call a tow truck, he noticed a young woman who looked like she’d slipped on a patch of ice, falling forward into a pump. As he ran over to help her up, he realized that she’d probably collapsed from her sobs, instead.
The poor thing looked exhausted, with dark circles under her eyes. As he helped her up, she dropped something, and when he reached down, he realized it was a nickel. Suddenly, he got the picture. The woman in tears. The old car, back seat crammed with three kids—one in a car seat. The gas pump that read $4.95.
“Are you okay?” he asked. “Do you need some help?” But all she could say was, “Please, mister; I don’t want my kids to see me crying.”
They stood on the other side of the pump as she told him they were driving to California. Things were hard for her right then, so he asked, “And you were praying, weren’t you?”
She took a step back, but he reassured her he wasn’t a crazy man, adding, “Well, God heard you, and He sent me.”
Taking his card out, he swiped it through the reader on the pump so she could fill up her tank. While she was pumping, he walked to the restaurant next door and brought back two big bags of food, and several gift certificates for more.
She gave the food to the kids, who attacked it like wolves, then told him a little more. Her boyfriend had left several months ago, and she hadn’t been able to make ends meet. Finally, out of desperation, she’d called her parents, whom she hadn’t spoken to in five years. They told her to come out and live with them until she could get on her feet. Now, with everything she owned in that car, she’d told the kids they were heading to grandma’s house for Christmas.
Giving her his gloves, he said a quick prayer for her safety and waved goodbye. But as he walked away she asked, “So, are you like an angel, or something?”
He could feel tears welling up in his eyes. “Sweetie, at this time of year, angels are really busy, so sometimes God uses regular people.”
Walking back to his car, he wiped away tears of gratitude. And—as you might have guessed—his car started up right away and got him home with no problem. I’ll put it in the shop tomorrow, he thought. But I suspect the mechanic won’t find anything wrong.
Yes, sometimes the angels fly close enough that we can hear the flutter of their wings.
“Cast your cares on the Lord and he will sustain you; He will never let the righteous be shaken.” Psalm 55:22 (NIV).
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