There are
many plans in a man’s heart … Proverbs 19:21
During all this time, unfortunately, I pushed
aside the fact that I had a heavenly Father. I never talked to him about the
startling revelations I discovered, nor did I ask His advice on what I should
do.
Big mistake.
Because graduation was just around the corner, I
did not want to miss any school. I would wait until mom left for work to head
out and arrived back home right before she did. I then locked myself into my
room each night. I ate nothing at home, living totally on school lunches. I
would never answer mom when she called me.
After a couple feeble attempts, she quit trying.
I also avoided Sister Clara’s house, walking a
totally different route home than normally. Somehow, in my mind, I thought she,
too, would be better off without me.
I haunted the mailbox each day because I had one
hope. Earlier in the year, Miss Amy, the guidance counselor, had talked to me
about college. I told her there was no money for school.
“Morgan, you are a very bright girl – top of your
class, and you got a 36 on your ACT. You can definitely get a scholarship – a
full ride even, depending on where you want to go.”
Not really believing her, I played along and asked
if she would help me apply for a scholarship. We’d spent about a month back in
the fall filling out forms and writing letters to former teachers asking for
references. I gave up my lunch hours and she gave up her planning periods to
help me.
“Which college would you like to attend,” she
asked curiously.
“Which one is farthest away that you think would
be interested in giving me a full ride? Because I have nothing, not even money
for transportation to get there.”
Miss Amy looked determined. “Don’t you worry about
that. I’m a wizard at finding funding.”
Now, in my days of hopelessness, the closest I
came to a prayer was this: “Lord let me win a scholarship to a place far away –
and let it happen before graduation.”
Friday came, and I was dreading the thought of
having to face Jamie on Saturday. I drug into school looking pathetic. My hair
was a rat’s nest, my t-shirt grubby and my eyes were hollow and dull.
Miss Amy was waiting in the hallway when I entered
the building.
“Morgan, I need to see you in my office right
now.”
I sighed, wondering what was so important she’d
make me tardy for my first class.
She motioned me into her office and then came in
closing the door behind us. Instead of going around to sit behind her desk, she
sat next to me in the other chair in the room.
Grabbing my hands and looking deep into my eyes,
she said, “Morgan you got a scholarship – a full ride!”
“Really! A full ride? Everything paid for? How
many years?”
“Four! And I’ve also heard from several service
organizations that will help you get there. Tuition, housing, books, everything
paid for!”
Tears came to my eyes and I jumped up out of my
chair and started pacing.
“Even food in the school cafeteria for the next
four years is paid for!” she said joyously.
I made a face at that; then we both cracked up.
“But Miss Amy! Promise you won’t tell anyone until
I leave town! Promise!”
Miss Amy’s face fell. “But Morgan, this publicity
would be so good for the school! It might help other students to want to work
hard to do the same as you someday.”
I sighed … “Miss Amy, you just don’t understand.
People would not be happy for me when they find out who I am.”
Looking very puzzled, she said, “Morgan, I just
don’t understand you!”
So, for the first time ever, I told someone other
than Clara and Jamie what my life was really like.
We are on Day 23 of my serial, Angel on Assignment: The Book of Morgan. So Morgan received an answer to prayer. Will she use it for good?
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This serial is not intended to be doctrine. Scripture does tell us angels come to warn, bring messages and sometimes watch over us. It also tells us we could possibly unknowingly entertain an angel. My serial is just me imagining how that might look in our present day and time.
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