Julie Hill’s uncle died only two years after his wife’s death.  Julie had visited him many times while he was grieving  Then he developed brain cancer, and lost his battle with it shortly thereafter.  “I was on my way to the funeral in Escondido, California when I experienced something extraordinary,” Julie says.  

The flight into the San Diego airport had arrived late.  Julie still had to get her rental car and drive to Escondido.  It was getting cloudy, and the traffic was heavy on the Interstate.  “I prayed that I would not be late to the funeral service, and that I would be able to find the chapel without problems,” she says. “During the trip I was praying and trying to keep my composure despite my grief.” Julie was missing both her uncle and her aunt by now, and feeling more and more nervous.  She asked God to keep the torrential rains from falling until she had reached her destination, and it did seem that He was hearing her plea, since every traffic light was green all the way from the airport to the Interstate. 

Then Julie felt a warmth and bright light coming from the back seat.  “I knew it was coming from inside the car, not outside,” she says now, “and that someone was in the back seat.”  She cold not see him, but she felt certain that He was the source of light.  And strangely enough, instead of being frightened, she was comforted.  Was it an angel?  Her angel? Her uncle’s?  “The sky was dark, but no one behind me had any headlights on.  And even if there had been someone with lights on high beam, the light would have been in the mirrors and street, not just inside the car.” 

Somehow Julie knew that her passenger was a heavenly guardian, sent from heaven to bring her the assurance and comfort that she needed on this difficult day.  She thanked him for His guidance and soon she found the chapel without any problems. In fact, she arrived early. Of course, when she got out of the car, the back seat was suddenly dark and empty. 

During the chapel and graveside services, the rain held off, then after the mourners had gathered at the house for awhile, the storm came.  Julie was relieved---but not really surprised---that it was only after they were all safety indoors that the sky "dumped" its load on them.

“I know God works in wondrous ways,” says Julie Hill. “It was demonstrated that day in Escondido, and many times since.”