THE NIGHT I MET ARCHANGEL RAPHAEL PAGE 02

I entered the fast a broken woman. I was broken in all areas of my life. While praying, I was moved to strip down naked and come before God the first time we met.

I entered the fast a broken woman. I was broken in all areas of my life. While praying, I was moved to strip down naked and come before God the first time we met. I placed myself on the floor with tears streaming down my face, I prayed and repented to God.

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“I said, “I come as I am and I ask you to help me”. I was not prepared for what came next.

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It was a very cold and brisk night.

I remember that night my family and I decided to go play the lottery. I know, I know! Playing the lottery and I just fasted...God knows I have a warped sense of humour! I on the other hand, thought He would throw a kajillion dollars in my lap.

I was in a hurry and prayed that there were no customers. "Good,' I said to myself, “No, cars. YES!!!” As I pulled into the parking lot.

I was talking ri-dic-u-lous-ness stuff to myself, when a man come into my line of vision. Well, I think it was a man. Wait, was it a man? Yes, it’s a man, it’s a man.

I was in the driver seat, so I can see right into the store as far as where the gums and candies are in front of the cashier.He was standing in the path behind a shopping cart. Looking down the man was adjusting whatever was in the cart. Looking back now, I realized that he just wanted me to stop and look.

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I started to dissect his look. Cause that’s what I do. He was about six feet and had brown hair with hints gold and strands of grey. his shoulder length hair feathered softly around his face. A white man and with tannish skin. He was wearing a brown coarse shawl/wrap that fell softly around his neck and covered most of his body. I think I described everything.

Wait!

Is dude wearing a shawl?

I mean, I was wearing one, but I mean it was supposed to look weird on a guy. Or was it a woman. No there is stubble

...could still be a woman.

No it’s a guy. I mean a guy could pull off a nice long scarf maybe tied just so, but not a shawl over a tunic in the middle of the Americas.

Lost in thought I hadn’t realized he stopped fidgeting

Then he suddenly looked up.

(Gasp)

He pushed back round John Lennon glasses. He had soft eyes, but flung me a steely look that gave an impression that he could see what was directly behind my car seat.

Why didn’t I clean my car.

But did I look away?

Nope.

He held my glaze and then he looked back down and began to fidget again with something in the cart.

I looked away.

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