I met an angel in a red car. Even if he wasn’t a real, bonafide, heavenly-being kind of angel, he was an angel—sent by God—for a heavenly mission!
Just one mile from the Detroit airport and one hour before our flight home from Fresh Grounded Faith Flint, our rental car began to shake. A loud scraping sound, like metal against asphalt, filled the interior of our minivan and panic began to rise! This was followed by the sound of shredded rubber flapping in the wind as my husband Phil maneuvered us onto the shoulder of the road.