Daughter of the King

Miracles Happen

Beth and Trin (not there real names), two teenage sisters, had enjoyed shopping in the large enclosed mall. But by the time they were ready to leave, it was dark. Standing at the mall exit, they could hardly see the outline of their car, the only one left in that section of the dimly lit parking lot.
The girls were nervous as they waited; hoping a few customers would come along so they could all walk out together. Both were aware of the current crime wave. There had been muggings and rapes in area shopping malls, and they remembered their father's warning: "Don't stay out too late!"
"Dad's going to be furious," Beth said.
"Then we'd better get going-now!" Trin shifted her packages, pushed open the door, and walked as fast as she could. Beth followed glancing form side to side. Street traffic had subsided, but the lot seemed a bit too quiet.
They had made it! Beth shoved the key into the car lock, got in, and reached across to open Trin's door. Just then the girls heard the sound of running feet behind them. When Trin turned around, her heart almost stopped. Racing toward them were two ominous-looking men.
"You’re not going anywhere!" one shouted.
Trin screamed. Terrified, she scrambled inside, and both girls locked their doors, just in time.
With shaking fingers, Beth turned on the car's ignitions switch. Nothing happened. She did it again, and again. But only the sound of the key clicked in the silence. They had no power.
"Beth try again!" Trin was frantic. The men were pulling the door handles, pushing at the windows.
"I can't!" Beth cried. "It won't start."
The girls knew there were only seconds of safety remaining. Quickly, they joined hands in prayer.
"Dear God," Trin pleaded, "give us a miracle!"
Once more, Beth turned the key. This time the engine roared to life. She shifted into gear and raced out of the parking lot, leaving the men behind.
The girls wept all the way home, shocked and relieved at the same time. They screeched down the driveway to the garage, stumbled into the safety of their house, and told their father what had happened. He held them both close.
"You’re safe-that's the main thing," he soothed them. "But you could have been hurt or even killed. Don't ever put yourselves in that kind of situation again!"
"We won't," Trin promised wiping her eyes.
Her father was frowning. "It's strange, though. The car has never failed to start. I'll check it out tomorrow."
Early the next morning, he raised the car's hood to look at the started. And in one stunned glance, he realized Who had brought his daughters safely home the previous night.
There was not battery in the car.


~Joan Wester Anderson
Stories for a Teen's Heart

posted by Becca @ 9:37 PM