Free A Treasury of Miracles for Teens by Karen Kingsbury

front door or through an emergency door in the back of the kitchen. No one had seen Gus near any of those exits.
    “I can’t understand it. It’s like he just disappeared.” Fred scanned the sidewalk, still looking for a sign of the old man.
    Suddenly, a heart-stopping possibility washed over Ashley. “You don’t think, maybe …” She grew silent. Her father had talked
     about angels once in a while in his sermons.
    “They’re real,” he’d told his children once a long time ago. “Because God says they’re real.”
    Fred looked at her for a moment and then understood. “You mean, maybe he was an angel?”
    Ashley nodded, and a wave of goose bumps rose across her arms and legs. “It’s possible, isn’t it? I mean the guy asks us about
     God and helps us—” She glanced at the others. “Well, helps me, anyway, remember why we’re doing this singing tour in the first
     place. Then, poof! Just like that he disappears. Sounds like an angel to me.”
    Fred gazed at Ashley. “I guess we’ll never know.”

    But Ashley was convinced. God must have sent the man to remind her of her purpose—not just her purpose while traveling with
     Alive, but her purpose in life. After their encounter with Gus, Ashley was able to finish the tour without once grumbling
     about her comfort. In fact, the trip wound up being life-changing, just like Ashley had hoped.
    But not in the way she had expected.

Angel in a Police Car
    T he prom was everything Kara Spelling had dreamed it would be. She and her boyfriend danced and laughed and talked until late
     in the night. Now it was after one in the morning and time to drive back down Interstate 17 to their homes in Camp Verde,
     Arizona. Kara was just a junior that year and her boyfriend didn’t have a car. But the prom was an hour north in Flagstaff
     and her parents had agreed to let her drive if she was careful.
    “Be careful.” Her father had kissed her on the forehead before she left. “You look beautiful, honey. I know it’ll be a night
     you’ll never forget. But make sure you watch yourself on the way home.”
    Kara’s parents were less nervous about the drive than they might’ve been because it involved all freeway miles. Another common
     two-lane route ten miles west of the freeway had been the site of dozens of head-on collisions. Many of them fatal.
    “The freeway is much safer, dear.” Her motherhad smiled as they pulled away the day before. “Make sure you take the freeway and you should be just fine.”
    Although several of Kara’s classmates had chosen to drink at the prom and stay in rented hotel rooms at the place where the
     prom was held, Kara hadn’t drunk anything but water. As she climbed into the car, she kicked off her high heels and tossed
     them in the backseat. Then she smiled at her boyfriend, Thane. “I’m glad we don’t drink.” She grinned at him. “It’s so stupid.
     Those guys’ll throw up all night and not remember a bit of what happened at the prom.”
    “I know.” Thane slid into the car beside her and buckled the belt. “It’s a good feeling … having fun and remembering it. Besides,”
     he laced his fingers between hers. “I feel good doing the right thing.”
    Kara nodded and pulled out onto the main road. “You tired?”
    Thane yawned. “Yeah, I guess.”
    “Go ahead and sleep. I’m fine.” Kara cast him a quick glance. “Besides, it’s an hour back home. You might as well get some
     rest.”
    Five minutes later she entered Interstate 17 north and settled back in her seat. Thane wasn’t a Christian, but he was heading
     that way fast. A long time ago he had partied with the wilder crowd. But then he met Kara and her friends and started going
     to church with them. Before long, Kara and Thanewere dating. Nothing serious, but enough to be considered an “item.”
    Every day Kara prayed for Thane—that God would get his attention and help him make a decision to believe. He was close to
     that; he had to be.