Angels Among Us
WE ARE NEVER ALONE
A girl went to her friends house, ended up staying longer than planned, and had to walk home alone. She wasn’t afraid because it was a small community and she lived only a few blocks away.
As she walked along under the bike trail Diane asked God to keep her safe from harm and danger. When she reached the alley, which was a shortcut to her house, she decided to take it.
Halfway down the alley she noticed, ahead of her, a man standing as though he were waiting for her.
She became uneasy and began to pray, asking for God’s protection. Instantly a comforting feeling of quietness and security wrapped round her, she felt as though someone was walking with her.
When she reached the end of the alley, she walked right past the man and arrived home safely.
The following day, she read in the newspaper that a young girl had been raped in the same alley just twenty minutes after she had been there.
Feeling overwhelmed by this tragedy and the fact that it could have been her, she began to weep.
Thanking the Lord for her safety and to help this young woman, she decided to go to the police station.
She felt she could recognize the man, so she told them her story.
The police asked her if she would be willing to look at a line up to see if she could identify him.
She agreed and immediately pointed out the man she had seen in the alley the night before.
When the man was told he had been identified, he immediately broke down and confessed.
The officer thanked Diane for her bravery and asked if there was anything they could do for her.
She asked if they would ask the man one question. Diane was curious as to why he had not attacked her.
When the policeman asked him, he answered, ‘Because she wasn’t alone. She had two tall men walking on either side of her.’
Amazingly, whether you believe or not, you’re never alone.
PS: God is always there in your heart and loves you no matter what.
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THE LETTER
Sally jumped up as soon as she saw the surgeon come out of the operating room. She said: “How is my little boy? Is he going to be all right? When can I see him?”
The surgeon said, “I’m sorry. We did all we could, but your boy didn’t make it.”
Sally said, “Why do little children get cancer? Doesn’t God care anymore? Where were you, God, when my son needed you?”
The surgeon asked, “Would you like some time alone with your son?
One of the nurses will be out in a few minutes, before he’s transported to the university.”
Sally asked the nurse to stay with her while she said good-bye to her son. She ran her fingers lovingly through his thick red curly hair.
“Would you like a lock of his hair?” the nurse asked.
Sally nodded yes.
The nurse cut a lock of the boy’s hair, put it in a plastic bag and handed it to Sally.
The mother said, “It was Jimmy’s idea to donate his body to the University for Study. He said it might help somebody else. “I said no at first, but Jimmy said, ‘Mom, I won’t be using it after I die. Maybe it will help some other little boy spend one more day with his mom.”
She went on, “My Jimmy had a heart of gold. Always thinking of someone else. Always wanting to help others if he could.”
Sally walked out of Children’s Mercy Hospital for the last time, after spending most of the last six months there. She put the bag with Jimmy’s belongings on the seat beside her in the car.
The drive home was difficult. It was even harder to enter the empty house. She carried Jimmy’s belongings, and the plastic bag with thee lock of his hair to her son’s room. She started placing the model cars and other personal things, back in his room exactly where he had always kept them. She laid down across his bed and, hugging his pillow, cried herself to sleep.
It was around midnight when Sally awoke. Lying beside her on the bed was a folded letter. The letter said:
Dear Mom,
I know you’re going to miss me; but don’t think that I will ever forget you, or stop loving you, just ’cause I’m not around to say I love you.
I will always love you, mom, even more with each day. Someday we will see each other again. Until then, if you want to adopt a little boy so you won’t be so lonely, that’s okay with me.
He can have my room, and old stuff to play with, but, if you decide to get a girl instead, she probably wouldn’t like the same things us boys do. You’ll have to buy her dolls and stuff girls like, y’ know.
“Don’t be sad thinking about me. This really is a neat place. Grandma and grandpa met me as soon as I got here and showed me around some, but it will take a long time to see everything.
The angels are so cool. I love to watch them fly, and, you know what? Jesus doesn’t look like any of His pictures. Yet, when I saw Him, I knew it was Him.
Jesus himself took me to see God, and guess what, mom? I got to sit on God’s knee and talk to Him, like I was somebody important.
That’s when I told Him that I wanted to write you a letter, to tell you good-bye and everything, but I already knew that wasn’t allowed.
“Well, y’ know what mom? God handed me some paper and His own personal pen to write you this letter. I think Gabriel is the name of the angel who is going to drop this letter off to you.
God said for me to give you the answer to one of the questions you asked Him–’Where was He when I needed him?’ God said He was in the same place as when His son Jesus was on the cross. He was right there, as He always is with all of His children.
“Oh, by the way, mom, no one else can see what I’ve written except you.” To everyone else this is just a blank piece of paper. Isn’t that cool?
I have to give God His pen back now. He needs it to write some more names in the Book of Life.
Tonight I get to sit at the table with Jesus for supper. I’m sure the food will be great.
Oh, I almost forgot to tell you. I don’t hurt anymore. The cancer is all gone, I’m glad because I couldn’t stand that pain anymore. God said he couldn’t stand to see me hurt so much, either. That’s when He sent His angel of mercy to come get me. The angel said I was special delivery! How about that?
Signed with Love
from: God, Jesus & Me
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THE MIATA ANGEL
It was late afternoon on September 15, 2003, and we were returning to Nebraska from the funeral of our brother, Charlie. Our son, Greg, who lives in Colorado, had driven us to St. Louis.
Charlie had died at 89 having lived a long full life, buried 3 wives (all victims of cancer) and his only son, who died in a plane crash. He was a special person to his numerous nieces and nephews.
The three of us were deep in our own reminiscing and memories when, just out of Columbia, Missouri, (on busy I-70) our front tire blew out.
The first miracle was that we didn’t crash, but rather eased to a stop within twenty feet of an exit.
We got out of the station wagon, to unload the treasures and memorabilia we had brought from Charlie’s home, in order to get to the emergency tire.
Without incident, Greg replaced the damaged tire and we started on our way knowing that we couldn’t return to our home in Falls City, Nebraska, a distance of two hundred and fifty miles, without a new tire.
As we were driving up the exit ramp Greg remarked. “It sure was nice of that man to stop and offer help.”
We looked at each other incredulously almost in unison said, ” What man?”
“The man driving that white Mazda Miata convertible!” was his response. Greg continued, “The man asked if we needed help and I told him I thought everything was under control. I asked him if he lived close by and knew where we could get a replacement tire.”
“Just turn left when you get off the exit ramp” the man responded.
We turned left, not to find just a gas station, but a tire shop equipped to replace all four of our weather worn tires.
Greg was so grateful for that information and the aid offered by the stranger.
We looked at each other in amazement. We had seen no man dressed in a white suit, no one driving a white Mazda convertible. We had heard no conversation with anyone.
Was that Charlie’s guardian angel, no longer needed on earth, seeing that we got safely home, or Greg’s guardian angel averting a tragic accident.
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LACY’S HERE
My daughter passed away a little over a year ago in a tragic car accident at age 17. Lacy has sent us signs that she is around.
When we celebrated her 18th birthday last year at her place of rest, with thirty of her friends and our family standing around her grave.
FIRST ENCOUNTER We had sixteen blue balloons (her favorite color), a Spongebob balloon (her favorite cartoon) and a soccer balloon (her favorite sport).
We tied the Spongebob and soccer balloon to the flag pole we have at her resting place, turned to sing happy birthday and release the sixteen blue balloons. In an instant we looked and the soccer balloon had vanished into thin air. Poof, gone.
As we look into the sky, we seen the blue balloons floating slowly away With the Spongebob balloon still attached, but the soccer balloon was no where to be found. Seriously, it just vanished into thin air, we all stood there in silence.
SECOND ENCOUNTER My dad had Lacy and John’s prom picture on his computer as his screensaver. Every night, when he went to bed, my dad would say good-night to his computer picture of Lacy on the screen, and go to bed, the computer in the same room.
One night, he went to bed and was later awakened to see that the screen was blue (her favorite color) and the picture of her and John (as the screen saver) was gone. My dad went back to into his saved images to make it his screen saver again only to find that it had totally disappeared from his computer.
All of the other pictures of Lacy and the rest of the family were there, but the one that had been his screensaver was gone, Poof. Deleted overnight while he slept.
THIRD ENCOUNTER I had Lacy’s three brothers, ages 2, 8, and 10, portraits done. I brought 5×7 copies of the pictures over to my parents. My parents looked at them and sat the pictures of the three boys on the end table, under the lamp, sticking out where they could see them, next to the chair where my dad always sits. My mom wrote a note on her ‘to do list’ to pick up three 5×7 frames.
The next day they went to Wal-Mart to get frames. When they returned home to put the photos in the frames they had vanished. Poof, gone.
This was 6 months ago. My parents still have not found those photos and they have tore this place apart. I saw them put them under the lamp where my dad puts everything and they are just gone. My dad says Lacy wanted them.
I know that strange things happen all the time, but I wanted to share with you that we feel Lacy is our guardian angel and is around all the time, sending signs to us that she is okay. Anytime I ask her to give me a sign that she is okay, she does without fail. She must be talking to the ‘Big Man’, God, for me. I had lost my job and was stressed out. Within two days I was employed again. It must be my Guardian Angel.
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ANGELIC GREETING
I wanted to see a ‘malak’, Arabic term for ‘angel’. Then, with my eyes closed, a golden being wearing a robe quickly appeared through a white door, giving me a spiritual greeting and blessing.
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SPECIAL GROCERY LIST
Louise Redden, a poorly dressed lady with a look of defeat on her face, walked into a grocery store. She approached the owner of the store in a most humble manner and asked if he would let her charge a few groceries. She softly explained that her husband was very ill and unable to work, they had seven children and they needed food.
John Longhouse, the grocer, scoffed at her and requested that she leave his store at once.
Visualizing the family needs, she said: ‘Please, sir! I will bring you the money just as soon as I can.’
John told her he could not give her credit, since she did not have a charge account at his store.
Standing beside the counter was a customer who overheard the conversation between the two. The customer walked forward and told the grocer that he would stand good for whatever she needed for her family.
The grocer said in a very reluctant voice, ‘Do you have a grocery list?’
Louise replied, ‘Yes sir.’
‘O. K’ he said, ‘put your grocery list on the scales and whatever your grocery list weighs, I will give you that amount in groceries.’
Louise hesitated a moment with a bowed head, then she reached into her purse and took out a piece of paper and scribbled something on it. She then laid the piece of paper on the scale carefully with her head still bowed.
The eyes of the grocer and the customer showed amazement when the scales went down and stayed down.
The grocer, staring at the scales, turned slowly to the customer and said begrudgingly, ‘I can’t believe it.’
The customer smiled and the grocer started putting the groceries on the other side of the scales. The scale did not balance so he continued to put more and more groceries on them until the scales would hold no more.
The grocer stood there in utter disgust. Finally, he grabbed the piece of paper from the scales and looked at it with greater amazement.
It was not a grocery list, it was a prayer, which said: ‘Dear Lord, you know my needs and I am leaving this in your hands.’
The grocer gave her the groceries that he had gathered and stood in stunned silence.
Louise thanked him and left the store.
The other customer handed a fifty-dollar bill to the grocer and said; ‘It was worth every penny of it. Only God Knows how much a prayer weighs.’
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