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Kellie Comes Home

by Joan Wester Anderson

Many people ask their angels for help during difficult moments. '); document.write(' But sometimes angels act when we aren\'t expecting it at all.

Several years ago, while living in Mobile, Alabama,'); document.write(' Rhonda and John Christie tucked their two-year-old daughter, Kellie, into bed, and checked her again before they went t'); document.write('o sleep. Hours later, both were awakened by the insistent ringing of the doorbell.

John bolted out of bed. "Who '); document.write('could that be?" he muttered, glancing at the clock. It was almost two a.m. Curious and concerned, Rhonda followed him '); document.write('to the front door, watching as he flung it open.

A young man in cut-off jeans and a white t-shirt stood there, a '); document.write('bike propped behind him. In his arms was their pajama-clad daughter, holding her favorite doll and, incredibly, her lit'); document.write('tle red rocking chair. Kellie had been sleeping soundly the last time they\'d checked. How had she ended up outside in '); document.write('the arms of a stranger?

"I think I must have freaked out for a moment," Rhonda recalls. "I couldn\'t believe what'); document.write(' I was seeing."

John was equally shocked. "Where did you get our daughter?" he demanded, grabbing the two-year-o'); document.write('ld out of the young man\'s arms.

"I found her walking down Main Street, carrying her doll and that little chair," '); document.write('the stranger answered calmly. "She must have gotten out of your house somehow."

Rhonda gasped. Main Street was '); document.write('almost two miles from their home, a very busy and dangerous area. Kellie could have been hit by a car or injured -- or '); document.write('worse. Rhonda couldn\'t bear to think about it.

She looked more closely at the young man. He was beautiful, she '); document.write('realized, with blond curly hair and eyes full of wisdom -- eyes that seemed to look right into her soul.

John wan'); document.write('ted more details. He turned and placed Kellie in Rhonda\'s arms. But when they turned around to question the stranger, '); document.write('he was gone. And so was the bicycle. "Our street was long and straight, and we should have heard or seen him riding aw'); document.write('ay on his bike," Rhonda says. "But although we went outside, we saw no trace of him." Kellie\'s rescuer had simply vani'); document.write('shed.

Rhonda and John discovered an unlocked back door, where Kelly had surely gotten out. They spent the remain'); document.write('der of the night giving thanks to God for bringing their toddler safely home. It was only later that another question e'); document.write('merged: Kellie was too little to tell anyone her specific address. How had the young man known where to bring her?

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"It was only a moment\'s encounter, but it left its mark on our family," Rhonda says. "I know that angels are real."<'); document.write('/p>


Copyright 2003 by Joan Wester Anderson
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