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Starr's
Cave Angel
by Beth M.
It was a fine, early summer day. It was a good thing because the smell of engine oil was strong, especially after that last fly over the railroad-crossing hump. My friends and I all thought it was loads of fun though, until the smell came up. We had the windows down and the gravel road was lined with trees.
"We better pull over on top of this next hill," my boyfriend said, "in case it won't start next time. That hill's steep enough. If it won't start by the time it reaches that bottom, it will never start again."
My boyfriend pulled over under some trees and next to and old fence that was mostly broken down. On the other side, through the briars and brambles, there was what looked to be a well-worn path. It had the appearance of being visited often. I asked what it was. The answer that came back was total disbelief and shock, or something like it.
"You don't know where we are?" my friend said. "You don't know where this path leads? You really don't know?"
They were in such shock that I was quite a bit embarrassed and was afraid to ask again. So I just stood there with the question on my face and that look in my eye like, come on guys, haven't you embarrassed me enough over this?
My friend finally came to my rescue and said, "This is Starr's Cave."
I could have stood there with that look on my face a little longer, but teens are wise to not being embarrassed about the same thing two times in a row, especially in the same afternoon. What a lovely afternoon it was. The sun was warm, only slightly to the west and the leaves were full and dancing in the gentle breeze. The birds were singing and the smell of early summer was all about. New energy seemed to come from the smells of the day and I hollered at my friend to come on, that I'd race her to the cave. Crossing the ditch and not stopping to see if she was coming or not, I sprinted on toward something new, never experienced before. It felt so good to be out of that hot, smelly car. My legs wanted to stretch out and I gave in to the feeling of newfound freedom. Right across the fence the path split. Both led down a slight incline. I chose the one to the right. It looked more worn, and I was soon at a full run. The grade made it easier to fly along and soon the sounds of the others were far behind. The enjoyment of freedom, the wind in my hair, the smell of everything fresh and new gave me a renewed burst of speed.
What happened next will stay with me to my dying day, and as many times as I've gone over it in my mind, I still come back to... something miraculous happened that day.
I'd never been to that woods before. I'd heard of it through the kids at school. They mostly laughed when they spoke of it and this gave me the impression that it was a big joke or there was something funny that went on there. It was no doubt the latter. Meanwhile, I was running full speed down a slight grade that was getting steeper. Ahead I could see only trees. Everything was green and I was admiring how beautiful it was there. Thinking mostly of the glorious day and that I'd be at that cave before the others crossed the fence, I ran on. Suddenly, out of nowhere, a voice said, "Stop!"
I looked to the right, no one was there, so I kept running. Again the voice said, "Stop!" a little louder this time. Realizing this time it was felt in my head not heard in my ears, I finally stopped and stared in unbelief. Right at my feet was a shear drop-off. The green before me that I was seeing was the tops of the trees down and on the other side of the cliff. The land was flat over there and a creek ran at the bottom. I knew without looking around any further, there was no human person there warning me to stop. That was a Divine voice and so soft and gentle, with only a hint of strictness.
God was someone I just knew as being there. I knew he had a Son, Jesus, and that He died for all our sins, past, present and future. At that time I had no idea how much he really did love me. I was shown a great gift there at that cliff, a love that will always be with me and no one could ever take it away. Walking back up the path was a faint memory. I struggled with myself to tell the others. Would they believe me? I didn't think so. I kept it to myself and didn't share the happening with anyone for years.
What happened? I kept asking myself that question over and over. If I told anyone they might see in my face the wonder, but what if they take it for something else, like a prank. By the time I got back to the car, the others were climbing back in and anxious to get rolling again. My boyfriend had the motor revving and the others were hollering, "Let's go." It was forgotten for the time. When I did remember it later, I still had the feeling I would get laughed at, so I kept it to myself longer. The memory never faded. Whenever I doubt that God really cares or that He is out there, whenever things go bad, and there have been lots of those times, I get a feeling of pure wonder remembering the voice of the angel at the top of the cliff.
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