Tim trudged through the heavy snow to determine if, indeed, it was the road. The heavy amount of newly fallen snow on top of the hardened, frozen slush made it virtually impossible to make a clear decision. One thing was perfectly clear to us- we were nowhere near the road and the two of us could in no way move the Renault back to it.

Tim came back to where I was. We had turned off the engine of the car to conserve fuel, and very quickly windows had begun to freeze. We estimated the outside temperature to be about twenty below zero (Fahrenheit). I went back to front of the vehicle to try to clean the windows, but the snow was falling so fast and heavy that I found it impossible.

We stood by the rear of the car for a while, oblivious to the cold, hardly noticing that our feet and hands were numb. Our situation was desperate. We were a short time from death. There was no logic in starting up the car for warmth because of the fact that the heater would not work anyway. So we just stood there in the blizzard.

Tim looked into my eyes, and his stare said everything. Betty, we've been through a lot together, but it looks like this is it! He didn't form the words, but the message in his eyes was clear. He reached for my hands and began what was likely to be the last prayer we were to pray. This was no time to pray a beautiful, perfectly-phrased prayer with "thees" and "thous." This was the time for crying out.

I can't remember everything Tim prayed; I only remember hearing him say, "It's been a good life, Lord, and we don't have any regrets. If you're finished with us, it's okay. But if you can still get glory out of our lives, spare us. Now! You can do anything!"

In retrospect I have estimated that we were only out of the car and started to move toward the doors. I got in. Just then Tim thought he saw a figure which seemed to be approaching us from the distance.

Could it be?

There was no sound, so it was not an automobile. Then he peered his cupped hands and saw something that we will never forget for the rest of our lives. As the vision came closer, Tim could see that there were three very strong, muscular men. All three were stout and appeared to be the same height, very tall.

I saw them now, and shouted, "Tim, these men are going to help us!" My heart was racing. For a second, I thought I would hyperventilate, but regained my composure long enough to look up and say, "Thank you, Jesus!"

The men, who looked Bulgarian, came walking out of the blowing snow and walked right up to the car. They said absolutely nothing. One of the men lightly nudged Tim, pushing him aside and taking his place at the rear of the car. The other two men went in opposite directions and got on each side of the car.

Tim stood there, looking agape, and was able to say nothing. The men did not try to push the car, but picked it up and literally carried it to the road and set it down. I was in the car with the motor running, and felt strangely like I had in some of those awesome moments experienced in some church services, when the presence of the Lord was especially near. I can't explain it well, but it was as if I was enclosed in a bubble, held up by the hands of God.

In all of Eastern Europe we had noticed that people are often kind enough to aid people who are in need, but always with the idea of being given a token of thanks- sometimes money or snacks. I looked around to see what we had that we could give the three men. But the men did not wait.

We were many miles from a town or any human beings as far as we knew. We did not know where they came from, and they did not speak. When what they had come to do was accomplished, they continued on their walk as calmly as they might have on a sunny day in Atlanta.

"Tim," I called out. "Give them some money!"

They were gone.

Tim took his seat beside me in the car. He was nearly as white as the snow which was covering our car. He merely said, "They're gone. Without a word, they're gone1'

"But where did they go?" Where did they come from? Maybe we could have crowded them in the car and given them a ride."

Tim let me ramble on like this for another minute or so, and then stopped me by saying something like, "Those were not just men." He looked at me as if to see whether I agreed.

We started on down the road, taking no chances. We could still see, but we knew that we had several hours to go to complete the journey to Sofia. The farther we traveled, the more we realized that we had been aided by super -human beings-angels!

There was no other explanation. We knew it then; we know it now!

For many miles we couldn't stop praising God. We didn't slip or slide, or if we did, we didn't notice. I suppose we figured that if the lord had brought us through our storm by the help of angels, He would see us through till the end of the trip. So we rested in Him.

Since the experience we have studied as much as we could about the existence of and the present-day ministry of angels. We still know little. Nearly everyone in scripture who was visited by angels had an understandable fear. In fact, in most cases they were told to "fear not." Usually the angels spoke and gave a message from the Lord, Himself. Sometimes they were there to deliver warnings or pronouncements of judgment.

None of these things happened to us. We were not afraid! The men did not speak, nor did they give warnings or a pronouncement of judgment. All they did wass lift the car, set it back on the road and continue on their afternoon constitutional.

We came out of this supernatural experience with a greater faith in God and His providential care than we ever had known. He has convinced us of the truth, that whatever He begins He will perform to its completion and for His divine purpose.

The rest of our journey that day in November, 1993, which normally would have taken five hours, took us eleven; but it was a joyful experience and we knew that God had sovereignly protected us and sent His angels to deliver us.

We arrived at Sofia refreshed, not exhausted. When we retired for the night, sleep didn't come easily, but when it came we were reminded again and again of the Love of God. Now I sing, with perhaps more fervor than ever before, and certainly more assurance:

"I trust in God, I know He cares for me,

On mountain bleak, or on the stormy sea,

Though billows roll, and roll, and roll,

He keeps my soul, My heavenly Father watches over me."

I'm convinced. God's grace is sufficient, and His love extends to all men and women everywhere. He is no respecter of persons, and if He did it for Tim and Betty Cornett, He will do it for you!

If He needs to help you climb a mountain, or walk through a deep, dark valley, or lift you out of despair, or even send His angels to get you back on the right road in a blizzard, then He will do it. His love reaches from Atlanta to Bulgaria, and right down your street. Trust Him. He will not fail you!