Touched by an Angel…on Angel Road!

Bless God from whom all blessings flow.

Last Wednesday…in the midst of my vacation…I received a call from my client and long-time friend, Cynthia Hughes, author of Hoop in the Bathroom; Can I Be President of the United States at 8?; and her latest release, Live…But LIVE!

When I answered my phone, I kindly reminded Ms. Cynthia that “I am on VACATION” (after releasing two books the previous week and hosting my nonprofit’s “Heart of Worship: But LIVE!” dinner show featuring her new memoir that Sunday).

Ms. Cynth informed me that, first of all, I cannot take vacation from her since she is family!! Secondly, the Muscadine Festival, which I originally had on my calendar for Sept. 25 (but she thought was in October) was indeed that upcoming weekend. So she said, “When you come…,” what to bring. I was thinking, Ms. Cynthia has lost her mind. Here it is Wednesday, and the event is two days away in South Carolina. Nonetheless, on my way home, the Holy Spirit gave me the “green light” to search for train and airline schedules and fares.

That Thursday evening, my mom and I were on our way to Columbia, SC on Amtrak’s 92 Silver Star. We arrived early Friday morning and was greeted by Ms. Cynthia and her brother, Jay (our designated driver for the weekend). We traveled to Chester, with me soundly asleep in the back seat, arriving at our destination about an hour later. After a refreshing shower and a nice nap, we spent the day enjoying the country with my client and her mom, Mrs. Leila Hughes. {OMGoodness! What a character!! I had met her a few years ago when she visited Orlando but this was my mom’s first time meeting her.}

That day, we went to the ever popular Food Lion (a former grocery store in Orlando) of which I took a picture. While Ms. Cynth went inside to grab some candies for the vendor table on Saturday, I stayed in the vehicle with her mom and mine. I showed Momma Hughes pictures of Ms. Cynthia from the dinner show, and she spoke blessings over her daughter’s books…that they would “reach people.”

Then we came home and hung out until Ms. Cynthia finished the baked & smothered turkey drumsticks; mashed potatoes, of which I peeled the potatoes :-); corn on the cob; collard greens (YES LORD!); and a salad, for which Momma Hughes diced the onions & tomatoes. What a way to spend Day 1 in Chester!

After dinner, we walked up and down four times on Angel Road, which equates to a mile, while connecting on the prayer line with Prophetess Nadine for what was her first Friday night prayer. Finishing up our walk, my mom, Ms. Cynthia and I joined Momma Hughes inside at the entrance where the four of us sat and listened as Prophetess Nadine spoke briefly on the topic, “Occupy Till He Comes!” Then prayer began with each person praying for families, the young people, our leaders and the body of Believers before ending with a prayer of Thanksgiving from Momma Hughes.

After getting off the line, I spent some time going through one album with Momma as I rolled my hair with a pack of her sponge rollers. When I finished, she looked at me and said, “Baby, you did that quick and you didn’t even look in the mirror!” We laughed and continued laughing as she joked about my mom not staying still. (Mom was in the kitchen mopping and straightening up while we were relaxing).

Then we wrapped up for the night, preparing for the big day ahead. Our plan was to leave out at 7 a.m. for the festival in Denmark, SC (Bamberg County), which was nearly a two-hour drive. However, God’s ways and thoughts are higher than ours.

The next morning, as everyone was dressed, getting ready for breakfast with 30-minutes to spare before Bro. Jay arrived, Momma Hughes became nonresponsive around 6:30 a.m. After 911 was called, CPR performed by Ms. Cynthia and paramedics arrived, Momma was rushed to Chester hospital before being airlifted to Charlotte, North Carolina. In “just one moment,” everything had shifted!

The family rushed to be by Mother Hughes’ side while my mom and I (at the urging of Ms. Cynthia) proceeded with Bro. Jay and her son, El-Zuriel, to the festival, which was being hosted for the first time by their cousin, Yvette. With a few books sold and great contacts made, we were ready to leave. We felt that we (especially her brother) needed to be at the hospital.

So we drove from Denmark, SC, to Charlotte, NC (which was another two hours) and was greeted at Emergency by other siblings, including “The Baby” (Bro. Terry) and Bro. Marvin (who God had strategically brought from Greenwood, SC to Chester that Friday). Our God is awesome!!!

Hours earlier, the doctor has stated that with the unsuccessful removal of the blood clot on the brain, there was basically nothing else he could do!! BUT FATHER YAHVEH!! Mother Hughes was moved to a bed on the 9th floor (room #9216) where she was surrounded by family.

When we arrived home that evening on Angel Road (leaving Bro. Marvin on duty with Mom until their sister, Pradensia, arrived), I went into the room that my mom and I were staying in and fell to my knees. I had questions and I needed answers!! Why LORD? Why did this happen on my watch? Was it something we had done by coming (YES, the enemy had dropped these negative thoughts in our minds)?

Then the Holy Spirit spoke softly to me, “You were ‘Touched by an Angel…on Angel Road‘!” Oh my goodness, tears flowed as I began to sing, “Oh the blood that gives me strength from day to day, it will never lose its power. For it reaches to the highest mountain and it flows to the lowest valley. Oh the blood….” After I finished, I rushed to the bathroom to quickly wash my face to avoid sharing what the Lord had revealed.

The next day, we learned that Mother Hughes had “slipped away” between 7-7:15 a.m. as her daughter, Pradensia, was in the restroom.

Later that day, my mom and I flew home to Orlando on Silver Airways as Mother Leila Mae Hughes (who I learned from her grandson at the hospital had named Angel Road) had flown home to Glory on 9.26.21 at the age of 92!!!!

Some glad morning when this life is o’er, 
I’ll fly away; 
To a home on God’s celestial shore, 
I’ll fly away (I’ll fly away). 

I’ll fly away, Oh Glory 
I’ll fly away; (in the morning) 
When I die, Hallelujah, by and by, 
I’ll fly away (I’ll fly away). 

Suzette “FarMor” Morgan is an author, empowerment speaker, a publisher and a teacher of the Word. To Book FarMor to speak at or MC your next event, please visit or call (321) 460-8558.
I'll Fly Away
“I’ll Fly Away” is a hymn written in 1929 by Albert E. Brumley and published in 1932 by the Hartford Music company in a collection titled Wonderful Message. …


One thought on “Touched by an Angel…on Angel Road!

  1. Suzette, I am so blessed by this story. Tears were flowing as I read it.
    It’s amazing how God strategically worked all of the details and timing out.
    My condolences to Prophetess Hughes and her family.
    May God continue to bless and use you for His glory.

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