God

A girl went to a party and

she ended up staying longer than

planned, and


had to walk home alone. She wasn't

afraid

because it was a small town and she lived

only
a
few blocks away.

As she walked along under the tall elm

trees,
Diane asked God to keep her safe from
harm

and
danger
When she reached the alley, which was a

short
cut to her house, she
decided to take it.

However, halfway down the alley she

noticed

a

man standing at the end as though he
were
waiting

for her.

She became uneasy and began to pray,

asking
for

God's protection.

Instantly a comforting feeling of
quietness

and security wrapped round her, she felt as

though

someone was walking with her.

When she reached the end of the alley,

she

walked right past the man and arrived

home

safely.



The following day, she read in

newspaper
that
a young girl had been in the same

alley

just

twenty minutes after she had been there.



Feeling overwhelmed by this tragedy and

the

fact

that it could have been her, she began to

weep.



Thanking the Lord for her safety and to

help

this

young woman, she decided to go to the

police

station.



She felt she could recognize the man, so

she

told

them her story.



The police asked her if she would
be

willing to

look

at a lineup to see if
she could identify

him.



She agreed and immediately pointed out

the

man

she had seen in the alley the night

before.



When the man was told he had been

identified,

he

immediately broke down and confessed.



The officer thanked Diane for her bravery

and

asked if there was anything they could do

for

her.



She asked if they would ask the man one

question.



Diane was curious as to why he had not

attacked

her.



When the policeman asked him, he

answered, "Because she wasn't
alone.

She

had

two tall men walking on both sides of

her."



Amazingly, whether you believe or not,

you're

never
alone. Did you know that 98% of

teenagers

will not stand up for God?

Repost this as (your city) if you truly

believe

in

God..





PS: God is always there in your heart and loves you no matter
what

"If you deny me in front of your friends, I shall deny you in
front of my
Father"

STAND UP FOR HIM


98% wont post this, are you part of the 2% that will????????

God has lots of love to Share

This story touched me and made me cry.Maybe it'll do the same to you.

I was walking around in a Target store, when I saw a Cashier hand this little boy some money back.
The boy couldn't have been more than 5 or 6 years old.
The Cashier said, "I'm sorry, but you don't have enough money to buy this doll."
Then the little boy turned to the old woman next to him: ''Granny,
are you sure I don't have enough money?''
The old lady replied: ''You know that you don't have enough money to buy this doll, my dear.''
Then she asked him to stay there for just 5 minutes while she went to look a round. She left quickly.
The little boy was still holding the doll in his hand.
Finally, I walked toward him and I asked him who he wished to give this doll to.
"It's the doll that my sister loved most and wanted so much for Christmas.
She was sure that Santa Claus would bring it to her."
I replied to him that maybe Santa Claus would bring it to her after all, and not to worry.
But he replied to me sadly. "No, Santa Claus can't bring it to her where she is now. I have to give the doll to my mommy so that she can give it to my sister when she goes there."
His eyes were so sad while saying this. "My Sister has gone to be with God. Daddy says that Mommy is going to see God very soon too, so I thought that she could take the doll with her to give it to my sister.''
My heart nearly stopped.
The little boy looked up at me and said: "I told daddy to tell mommy not to go yet. I need her to wait until I come back from the mall."
Then he showed me a very nice photo of him where he was laughing. He then told me "I want mommy to take my picture with her so she won't forget me."
"I love my mommy and I wish she doesn't have to leave me, but daddy says that she has to go to be with my little sister."
Then he looked again at the doll with sad eyes, very quietly.
I quickly reached for my wallet and said to the boy. "Suppose we check
again, just in case you do have enough money for the doll?''
"OK" he said, "I hope I do have enough." I added some of my money to his with out him seeing and we started to count it. There was enough for the doll and even some spare money.
The little boy said: "Thank you God for giving me enough money!"
Then he looked at me and added, "I asked last night before I went to sleep for God to make sure I had enough money to buy this doll, so that mommy could give It to my sister. He heard me!''
"I also wanted to have enough money to buy a white rose for my mommy, but I didn't dare to ask God for too much. But He gave me enough to buy the doll and a white rose.''
"My mommy loves white roses."
A few minutes later, the old lady returned and I left with my basket.
I finished my shopping in a totally different state from when I started.
I couldn't get the little boy out of my mind.
Then I remembered a local news paper article two days ago, which mentioned a drunk man in a truck, who hit a car occupied by a young
woman and a little girl.
The little girl died right away, and the mother was left in a critical
state. The family had to decide whether to pull the plug on the life-sustaining machine, because the young woman would not be able to recover from the coma.
Was this the family of the little boy?
Two days after this encounter with the little boy, I read in the news paper that the young woman had passed away.
I couldn't stop myself as I bought a bunch of white roses and I went to the funeral home where the body of the young woman was exposed for people to see and make last wishes before her burial.
She was there, in her coffin, holding a beautiful white rose in her hand with the photo of the little boy and the doll placed over her chest.
I left the place, teary-eyed, feeling that my life had been changed for ever.. The love that the little boy had for his mother and his sister is
still, to this day, hard to imagine.
And in a fraction of a second, a drunk driver had taken all this away from him.

Now you have 2 choices:

1) Repost this message, or

2) Ignore it as if it never touched your heart.

((It doesn't matter if you don't repost this message.As long as you let the sad story touch your heart,it'll be okay.))