one of my "angel stories"
this one from my book
ANGELS, GUIDES, ANCESTORS available on Amazon
Angels are incarnate beings, meaning they are, by definition, spiritual
beings that take on a human form. They
are messengers sent from God. They can
deliver messages from God or be sent from God in a response to human need.
One of the more difficult things about identifying angels is that they
have been portrayed in so many different ways over the ages, it becomes
difficult to know what we are looking for.
Remember that angels are incarnate and they will take on whatever human-like
form is necessary in order to fulfill God’s command. They will appear to you in whatever way will
be most understandable and acceptable to you.
One of my personal examples of this is as follows.
Due travel arrangements going very much awry, my sister and I found
ourselves stranded after midnight at a bus station in a very seedy part of town
- it was an area noted for muggings and robberies. We were dressed to the nines, with a wheel
chair, and obviously did not blend in with the crowd. I was able to contact a wheel chair cab
company just before my cell phone died; although we were hopeful that the cab
would get there, we were not at all certain that it would be dispatched for at
least half an hour.
We looked about to see where might be the best place to hide out. We searched for somewhere we might see the
transportation should it actually show up, while at the same time trying to be
hidden from the bevy of panhandlers and those obviously inebriated and / or
high on some form of pharmaceuticals.
We “surveyed the land” and saw there was only one suitable place to sit –
one that did not have a body passed out in, over, or under it. The location was outside, where snow was falling
lightly; given the geography and time of the year, the bench outside was too
cold for most of the people. My sister
and I were well dressed and we agreed to make it to that particular bench and
hope for the best waiting outside. We
dragged ourselves and our belongings over to the bench - amid whistles, cat
calls, requests for money, drugs and other things we did not understand but
were sure were not flattering or offers to be considered.
We had not even caught our breath before the first obviously inebriated
body approached us. We were able to
deflect him but he was obviously not happy.
Suddenly, a “local” young man came from around the corner and plopped
himself on the small empty spot on the bench beside me. My immediate thought was “Oh, No! This could
be trouble.” As I steeled myself for a
long night, I realized the man looked like everyone but was clear eyed and did
not smell of alcohol. I turned to look
at him, and he simply said, “I’ll stay here as long as you need me.” I thought it a rather odd thing to say but
was too tired to argue; so I just sat there counting the minutes until the
transport was due to arrive. I began to
notice this “local” was deflecting everyone who came our way.
The transport did finally show and my sister and I breathed a sigh of
relief as we lugged our heavy belongings to it.
The young man was right behind us with the belongings we had been unable
to manage on our initial trip; he deftly fit all our big things in the small
trunk of the transport.
I bent my head for less than thirty seconds to get out a tip and when I
looked up he was gone. My sister and I
were confused. It was then we noticed
that there were only two sets of foot prints (hers and mine) everywhere the
three of us had been.
That was an example of God
responding to our spoken or unspoken cry for help by sending a “one time”
angel.
