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Here you will read stories written by the actual people that have had a divine or miraculous experience.
Also, I am the author of several inspirational books--most are listed on this page. If interested, just click on the cover or link. Below this introduction you can read my story of how I got started on my very own ANGEL QUEST.
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Lynn Valentine
Here you will read stories written by the actual people that have had a divine or miraculous experience.
Also, I am the author of several inspirational books--most are listed on this page. If interested, just click on the cover or link. Below this introduction you can read my story of how I got started on my very own ANGEL QUEST.
Thank you for staying.
Believe!
Follow me on www.Twitter.com/@HappyTweetheart
Lynn Valentine
My Story-Angels Everywhere
One beautiful morning I was sitting on my deck enjoying the sunshine and a cup of coffee. I had written a little trivia book and had so much fun doing it that I set out on a quest of finding my next subject to write about.
Ideas flooded my mind for months. I would think of things to write about day and night, and even in the middle of the night as I tossed and turned. Nothing really 'clicked' though.
As I sipped on my coffee, I was looking into the beautiful blue sky when I spotted something fluttering down. Slowly, gently in the breeze was a tiny white downy feather. I watched it as it blew every which way until it fell softly on the table I was sitting at.
I remember how pretty and pure it looked.
It reminded me of an angel somehow.
"That's it! An angel book. I want to write about angels." So, I got on the phone and called my mom and told her of my idea. Silence on the other end. I asked her if she was alright and she started crying. She told me that she had been visited by an angel after my little sister had died at age four.
I was awestruck. I asked why she had never told me the story before and she said she was afraid I wouldn't believe her. I did.
Later during the week, I told my mom's story to some of the girls at church and one of them told me she had seen an angel as well. The more I told the story, the more people came up to tell me of their "Angel encounters."
Before I knew it, I had compiled enough stories to make a book. I found a publisher and now have had several books published. I will continue to add more books to the list as long as people like you send them to me.
If you had felt or seen or experienced an angel encounter of some kind or experienced a miracle or a divine answer to prayer, please leave your story in the comment box below. Ask others to contribute or read some of the stories here as well.
I look forward to reading YOUR stories here, too.
Believe!
Lynn Valentine
Email angel
ReplyDeleteAs I lay my head in my hands, sad, lost, lonely and full of despair—I KNEW I needed a miracle or I wouldn’t live to see another day.
I have always believed in God. I believe in a power so great that anything is possible through prayer. Things in my life had been getting worse though and it seemed the more I prayed, the less was happening to convince me everything would be alright.
I lost my job because of corporate cut backs. I lost my car, my house, my insurance. My wife became ill and I couldn’t pay for her to get the tests and treatment I knew she needed. She kept telling me that she was fine. I knew better. Then the unthinkable happened. She had a stroke and lay helpless in a coma for days until a clot burst and she died. I never even got to say goodbye.
I was completely overtaken with grief. Or was it guilt? Or was it both?
I wanted to end my life. I just couldn’t reconcile the loss. I went to church one Sunday evening and walked to the altar and begged God to just take my life. It was worthless to me. As I sat broken and crying, my eyes closed, I felt a presence fill my space. You know that feeling when you can’t see anyone but the air changes somehow? That’s the feeling I had. I knew someone was there and I just felt like it was a member of our church coming to check on me, or perhaps it was our Pastor wanting to ask me if I needed prayer.
As I began to wipe my eyes clear of tears, I heard a soft male voice speak to me, “Keep your eyes closed. Keep in prayer to your God. He hears you and he cares.” I kept my eyes closed for another moment then wanted to see who had spoken to me as I felt a wave of peace and comfort blanket me.
Then I looked up and turned around to see that no one was there. A woman sitting a couple of rows behind me looked a little startled when I began searching for the man who had spoken to me. I asked her where the man had gone and she whispered, “Who are you talking about?” I haven’t seen anyone near you.
I told her that I was praying and that a man had come over to talk with me. She looked at me and smiled a huge happy smile. She mentioned that by saying that, my words had given her chills and she began to cry and laugh.
I asked her if she was okay and she said “YES!” she moved over next to me and said, “Do you believe in angels?” I said, yes. She said, the voice you heard had to have been that of your guardian angel. She told me that God uses angels to bring messages directly from heaven when a solution is needed immediately. She compared an angels’ message with that of an email versus a letter through the postal service. We laughed at her analogy.
After only a few moments with her, I began to feel better about myself, about my future, about angels and about God’s personal desire for my life to be a good one. I have a purpose on this earth. I don’t know what it is yet, but I have plenty of time to find it. Looks like I will be sticking around awhile after all.
Lester Colt
A walk in the park
ReplyDeleteI was leading a double life. I was not a very good person, let alone a good husband. My wife deserved better. We had been married for almost ten years when I started an affair with a woman at work. It really didn’t mean anything to me but I guess I just needed something I wasn’t getting from her at home.
One night, my “girlfriend” and I was supposed to meet at a frequent rendezvous point in a nearby town. As I sat in my car waiting for her to pull up and park, I saw a woman that looked a lot like my wife out walking underneath the trees that lined one of the art buildings at this park. This woman was strolling though, as if she didn’t have a care in the world, and it was raining outside. I continued to watch her.
Finally I decided to get out of my car to see if I had missed my girlfriend somehow, because I was watching the woman under the trees. I didn’t see my girlfriend or her car which was kinda strange because usually when we’d make plans to meet, she was on time.
I decided to check on the woman that resembled my wife. I walked over to her and asked if she was lost. She replied, “No, you are!” I said, excuse me? She looked sad and disappointed in me. I asked her again, excuse me? She said go home to your wife. She loves you. She needs you. She deserves your best. She is expecting a baby and she is counting on you to be there.
I was so freaked out by this woman that I quickly got in my car and drove straight home. I didn’t know what I would tell my girlfriend if she showed up and I wasn’t there. But now, somehow, I didn’t care. I only wanted to get home to my wife.
I felt so bad for being such a selfish jerk. She woman under the trees was right. My wife didn’t deserve what I was doing to her. I promised her things would be better, that I loved her and I was sorry for being such a disappointment to her. She looked at me with her loving brown eyes and said she had something to tell me, some wonderful news.
I said, I think I already know. I said, “You’re going to have a baby, aren’t you?”
She said, yes, how did you know? I told her a strange woman I had just met told me.
She asked me how I felt about having a baby, if I felt ready. She said it was going to be hard on us financially and I said that it would be hard on her physically and how did she feel, was she ready.
She answered me with the most amazing answer.
She said, yes, I’m sure I’m ready. It’s a walk in the park!
That is such a neat, miraculous story! Thank you so much for sharing it, God bless you always
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ReplyDeleteIn March 1995, I was a mother of 3 young children who decided that it was time to get a tube ligation. I decided that after three unexpected Cesarean Section births-it was time to close shop. I had made arrangements & was scheduled to have the procedure done the next week & a half - only to find out that I was already 3-4 months pregnant. I took the news hard. Not that I didn't want more children, but was getting concerned about my health with all the Cesareans that I was having. Plus, really didn't want another mouth to feed.
My husband and I both cried that night. My pregnancy was full of tears and fears as I continued to think of the more than likely C-section I was going to have. The probing of my body, the epidurals, the needles in my belly because of my age, catheters, etc. I just didn't want to be probed or bothered with. I even talked to my pastor as far as possibly giving my child up for adoption. My family didn't understand but God knew what I was going through mentally.
Finally - my baby was scheduled for C-section on October 25, 1995 (Wednesday). That Monday prior, I went in to have a final ultrasound. The Tech that did the procedure was very kind and encouraging and caring to me & my husband. She was a female with pretty red, very curly hair. I can't remember everything she said--I just know that she asked about the delivery date, etc. I just remember that we left her feeling really good. I came in early the 25th & could not seem to get my mind pass all the procedures that were to be done to me. I couldn't seem to toughen up and just go through it.
My mother came along and constantly reminded me that I had no choice but to go thru all the procedures. I knew this - but it did not mean that I had to like it. I remember sitting on the operating table-they had to put the epidural in my back but could not do it because I couldn't seem to calm done enough. Finally after about 5 minutes of trying to talk me into this, this young lady (the ultrasound tech - we'll call her Molly) walked into the room & the first thing she said was "oh there you are. What's the matter?" I told her I didn't want them to go into my back. Again, I can't remember what she said after that but all I know is that she held me close and before I knew it it was all done. Then she quietly left. No one knew her but it was like a weird quietness came over the room. I was ok! Everything was fine, until the next morning. I tried to get a nurse to help me out of the bed. I asked for a nurse to help me out of the bed about 6:30a because I wanted to try to get myself up and going.
My nurse said she would be right back. I was having trouble getting up on my own. 1 hr went by-2 hrs-3- still no nurse. Finally, I just lay there & cried. Then out of nowhere, a little knock on the door - who was it-Molly. She told me she saw the baby & asked how I was doing. I told her of my attempt of trying to get out of the bed but to no avail. She walked over and nicely and gently helped me out of the bed and into the bathroom. Once she assisted me into the bathroom - my nurse finally showed up and just watched her assist me. Then Molly quietly left the room in the same manner she left the delivery room.
All I know is from that point I was okay. But my husband and I never forgot this lady. So to send her an appreciation gift, flowers, or something-my husband and I desperately tried to get in touch with this woman - but no one knew who she was. When I left the hospital for weeks we kept trying to contact the hospital but no one there knew this women. Finally after all attempts my husband and I gave up. We sat down & talked about the whole thing one day. How this woman showed up at the moments I felt my lowest and most desperate. All of a sudden a quiet came over us. We looked at each other - and it became clear at that moment -Molly was an angel.
This is such an encouraging, neat story, I wanted to thank you for sharing it, God Bless always.
DeleteSt. Joseph's Hospital, Kansas City
ReplyDeleteI was in the hospital, being treated for pneumonia, since no one really knew what was wrong with me. My mom was doing a lot of praying, because she had no clue whatsoever to what virus or disease I had. But, a man in a priest collar walked in, with a name-tag that read "John". He asked if he could pray with me, and my parents said yes. He prayed with me, and then he left. A nurse came in to check on me, and my mother thanked her for sending in someone from Pastoral Care. The nurse asked if he had a hospital name-tag on, and what his name was. My mother said yes, he had a name-tag on, and his name was John. The nurse got a funny look on her face, and said, "Missus, we don't have any priests by that name here." Ever since, my family has called John my guardian angel.
Stephen Mills
The story you are about to read is true. It took place in March of 2009. It was a somewhat cold and calm evening. I was sick in bed with the flu. I work for the school board, and had contacted a rather severe strain of the virus from one of my students. I had been in bed for a week, and was still somewhat weak, and unable able to stand up too long.
ReplyDeleteOn the day in question I was home with my daughter who was sleeping in the room next to mine. My husband was at work and my son was sleeping in the In-law suite. I was one week and a half into my Illness, when I told myself I was tired of being in the bed, and decided to get up earlier that morning, and went in search of something to drink. I had very little next to nothing to eat, since the virus started. I poured a rather small glass of OJ, and returned to bed. Now, I had not experienced being nauseated since contacting the virus, and was somewhat hopeful of a speedy recovery because of it.
That night, I was sleeping when I felt as if I was going to pop what little cookies I had in my abdomen. I awakened and sat up, saying to myself "I haven't felt like this since I've been sick" I realized the feeling was getting stronger, so I forced myself up to go to the bathroom which was a few feet from my bed. (At least I thought I did anyway) because you see, I also had to use the rest room.
Somehow I must have fallen back to sleep, because I suddenly had the urge to go really bad. This time I got up to go and suddenly felt as if I was going to PASS OUT, and I did. I remember standing in the doorway to the bathroom, and that was it. Now, there was a very soft powered blue rug, the long kind, on the bathroom floor. This rug thanks to my husband is usually scattered every which way on the floor, or near the window.
When I came to I was lying in the recovery position on the rug, next to the commode. My head had missed the marbled shower base, by about one or two inches! I do not know how long I was out, because I thought I was in my bed sleeping! It was when I turned over that I realized I was on the bathroom floor. The house was quiet. The family still slept. There was no way I could have fell, and landed in the position that I did. What I have not told you is that my water also broke. But yet, I was not visibly wet. The rug was not wet. You do the math. Oh, and by the way, this story is one of many. I knew right away that my angels had once again come and gone and just in the nick of time.
Dani Markel
I heard this story while at church (from our pastor) and thought I would share it with you.
ReplyDeleteIn 1944, the penniless wife of a pastor and evangelist in Switzerland, Susie Ware prayed, "God, I need five pounds of potatoes, two pounds of pastry flour, apples, pears, a cauliflower, carrots, veal cutlets for Saturday, and beef for Sunday." A few hours later, someone knocked on the door, and there was a young man carrying a basket, who said, "Mrs. Ware, I am bringing what you asked for." It was precisely what she'd prayed for--down to the exact brand of pastry flour she wanted. The young man slipped away, and even though Rev. and Mrs. Ware watched at the window to their building, the man never exited. He just disappeared.
AMEN! Thanks for reading!
Thank you so much for sharing this, I am going to share this story with family and others, this is so miraculous and a beautiful testimony as to how precise God answers our prayers and always always provides for us with His love, creates such hope and faith!
DeleteI saw an angel at the train station! A few years ago when I was in college, A few of my friends and I were taking the summer to travel to a few of the countries surrounding France. (where we were studying)
ReplyDeleteMy friends were in the dining car and I had said I wasn't hungry yet so I would catch up to them later.
I looked for a magazine to read but couldn't find anything so I just wandered around a bit. I had just found an empty seat all to myself so I could watch the scenery and let time pass. All of a sudden I heard a gentleman ask if he could sit down in the seat next to me.
I thought it was a bit odd since there were several seats available, then I figured he just wanted a little company.
We chatted for awhile and he was very intelligent, I enjoyed his stories.
What surprised me was that he had a wide range of knowledge. He knew about everything! We talked about music and literature, mechanics and rainforests, just about everything you could think of.
My friends were still dining and I thought maybe I should go and join them but I didn't want to seem rude and I really wanted to hear more from this stranger on the train.
He leaned in and softly said, when you get to London, have Brian get checked by a doctor. I was shocked. I had never said my friends' name nor did I even speak about them. I felt a chill cover me.
I was finally met by my buddies and asked Brian how he was feeling. He said, as a matter of fact, he didn't feel too well at all and hadn't for weeks.
When we got to London, I made Brian see a doctor. Turns out Brian had a rare blood dis-order and every day he was worsening. The doctor said it was a good and lucky thing we got him there when we did otherwise he may not be alive.
Brian called his parents and we cut our trip short and got him back home safe and sound. He was asmitted to the hospital and spent three weeks until he was well and could go home.
During some point, he asked me why I asked how he was feeling and why did I insist he go to the doctor. I told him of the little old gentleman that I had met on the train and he said every hair stood up on his arm when I mentioned the man knew of his illness and called him by name.
I remember at the time thinking that this man was an angel and when I brought it up to Brian's mother, she said that the very day we called her, about the same time we were on our way to the doctor, that she had a strange feeling about Brian but just shrugged it off as a mother's over protection. Now she believes it was their train station angel letting her know about Brian!
This is a really neat story, thank you for sharing this! Stories like this really build faith, hope and God’s kingdom!
DeleteThe Will
ReplyDeleteI believe in angels. I have had many experiences in my lifetime that could only be explained as having a guardian angel.
I am a 50 year old businessman. I consider myself to be a normal, conservative-thinking man. I am married with three grown children and have seven grandchildren. I have been a Christian for most of my adult life. My parents raised my two sisters and me up in a local church. It wasn’t a very large church, perhaps a hundred members.
My father passed away recently, he died peacefully in his sleep at age eighty-six. He was well respected and dearly loved by his family, friends, and community. He will be missed by us all.
The story I want to tell is true.
We held my father’s memorial service and funeral services three days after Dad had passed. It was a beautiful service and most of our church members attended. I had gone to the church to set things up for the services when I happened upon an elderly woman I had never met before.
I asked if she was a visitor or family friend of one of our members. She replied, “Yes, I’m a visitor.” She smiled at me and turned to walk into the sanctuary. I watched her as she moved ever so slowly. I thought about helping her into a seat but didn’t want to insult her age.
I turned back down the aisle but felt the air stir a bit so I turned around to see what or who had moved in the room. There was no one there. The “visitor” was no longer sitting in the seat I had seen her sit in. I wondered where she had gone. She moved too slowly to get up, walk down the aisle and pass me without my seeing her. I literally rubbed my eyes to clear my thoughts and fogginess.
Still, there was no one there.
I struggled with this for the rest of the day. I felt it so odd that she could’ve just disappeared. I asked several family members if they knew who I was talking about and no one knew. I looked for her at the grave site as well. She did not show up.
A few days went by and my sisters and I decided to discuss Dad’s will. We hadn’t talked about it in the days previous to this.
Dad wasn’t one to leave things unfinished and had joked about the little things mentioned in his will from time to time. He was a self-made man and conservative in his spending so we knew Dad had a little money socked away.
My sister Deanna took the initiative and began the search for Dad’s will. We looked in all of the normal places most would—file cabinets, important folders, drawers and the like. We found nothing. Now it was starting to worry us. It just wasn’t like Dad to misplace something as important as a legal document.
We quit looking that day as it was getting late and we had to be at church early the next morning so we called it a night.
I laid in bed for awhile thinking about Dad and his will when the image of that little old lady, the “visitor” came to mind. I fell asleep thinking of her for some reason.
The next day when I arrived at church I went to sit in the area where the “visitor” sat on the day of Dad’s memorial service and saw something sticking out of one of the hymnals. It was a “Smokey Mountains Visitor’s Guide.” I picked it up and began thumbing through it when I noticed a receipt for flowers. Written on the back side of the receipt was one word—“Maps.”
All through the service I had wondered about that little lady and if the guide had belonged to her.
That night as I lay in bed, an image of my dad’s map book in his office popped into my head. I wonder….so I got up, went to the shelf in Dad’s bookcase and grabbed his book.
Inside the book, between the pages, next to the map of Tennessee, lay Dad’s will!
I know who that little old lady was. She was guardian angel. We now believe she is ours! Thank you for reading my story.
Gary Bell
I believe in Angels with all my heart. I can remember lying in bed as a little girl, stairing at the cross stitched picture on my wall. Every night i looked at that thing, and thought of God and his creations. I can remember thinking, "Wow, how cool would it be to see an angel?!" So I prayed to see my angel. My beautiful angel. I would draw what I thought my angel looked like, and I would think on it. One night I decided to not stare at my picture but rather the air. And as I was about to nod off, a white cloud like shape appeared moving, as if something was flying. I can't say it was an Angel, or anything for that matter, but I remember whispering to God "thank you". I'm not even entirely sure why I was so thankful, but I went to sleep that night feeling a serenity of peace.
ReplyDeleteHeaven Falconburg
Thank you so much for sharing this, stories like this spark hope and strong faith, My sister and I have experienced something similar to this in New York earlier this year, a cloud-like Heavenly being hovered over us before we were about to go to bed in our twin beds, I could make out a face that resembled what Jesus would look like, but I am not sure who it was all I know is that it was Heavenly and started to emerge from the corner of the room where the ceiling meets the wall and it was not scary at all but very Heavenly feeling! God bless you always.
DeleteFascinating read! I am a new fan from Bloggy Moms.
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Marsha
Hi Lynn, just saw you discussion in BloggyMoms. Having a 16 & 19 yo boys I know how you feel about your birdies leaving the nest.
ReplyDeleteI am now a following you.
~ Mona
I do have a story to share. Back in 2007 of April I lost my beloved Pete. I believe he is in heaven and he certainly was an angel here so I know he must be in heaven too. Anyway July of that year my son and his girlfriend at that time were over for a BBQ for the fourth. My son was outside getting the grill started and his girlfriend and I were in the kitchen making a vegetable tray. I love radishes so I sneaked one but then I began choking, I couldn't breath. While she called for my son to come in for whatever reason I turned my back towards them. Very slowly I felt that radish coming back up my throat as if someone were carefully maneuvering it out of my throat and before long it was back in mouth. Someone was definitely there to take care of me that day. I believe that. Jeanette
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ReplyDeleteI was planning a trip with a family friend and my boyfriend in the mid-eighties to retrieve a car that my boyfriend had been given. We went to a local rental shop to rent a two-bar to bring the car back with, had the right front tire replaced and headed out to get the car. I must tell you all what kind of vehicle we were in. We were in a 1973 Bronco that did not have seatbelts in it. I started out sitting between the seats, because I could not see out the windshield. So, I ended up sitting my boyfriends lap in the passengers seat. As we were heading down the interstate, my boyfriend and friend were talking back and forth, and all of a sudden I saw a semi pulling onto the interstate from a sidee road. I screamed MIKEEEEEE to the driver, when he saw what was going to happen, he swerved to miss hitting the semi and we ended up hitting it on the right passengers side. All I could hear was glass and medal crushing before my eyes. My boyfriend had been knocked out by the impact, I was taken to the side of the road while paramedics treated him, and as I was sitting on the side of the road frantic, I heard someone walk up beside me and say "would you like me to pray with you"? I said "yes" and knelt my head in prayer. When I looked up to thank the person, they were gone. I remember the person being blond haired, wearing a blue polyester pair if pants, and a light blue button up shirt. This person had NO identification on them whatsover. I asked all of the people at the scene and nobody knew of the person I was talking about. I even watched for this person in the trial and NEVER saw them again. I am sorry this is so long, but this is my angel story and it could not be anything but just that, and angel.
Thanks for allowing me to share my story.
Thank you for sharing this, my grandma experienced something similar to this. God Bless
Deletei have never written this story down before until now, im not good with the computer but here it goes.
ReplyDeletei was seperated from an abusive husband with 5 children and a big house and big payments. i tried for almost 2 years and never had an offer on my house and felt hopeless and broke. i always prayed to my nan for guidence she was my rock and had surgery years prior and woke up one time in the hospital after days when just my father and i were in the room..... she kissed us both (i felt i had a certain place in her heart that noone else did) before anyone else got to the room she went back to sleep. i felt as though she awoke for me to say goodbye. she died a few days later and i read a christian poem at her funeral at church......that was in 1995.
still in my house my father told me his parents house would b able to purchase if i can sell my house,,,now my nans house to me is full of love and god so i started to do what i had to do to try and sell my house. after 2 weeks i was ready to list it, as usual i woke up early to get my wawa coffee before my children awoke, as i grabbed my purse from my bed side a piece of papaer fell to the floor off of my nightstand so i picked it up and read in memery of helen mary hannum,,,,it was her booklet from her funeral from 13 years prior, i fell to the bed sobbing my eyes out. i looked for this for 10 years and now it was on my night stand. i knew at that moment i was ok i felt releif i knew my nan was saying i will be ok, i believe she is one of my angles. my house was sold the next week and im writing this from hew old bedroom which is mine now. i just want to say i speak to her everyday and i never heard a work back, but that day she told me in her way that i would be ok. michelle hannum
I was a professional firefighter for 32 years winding up as a Fire Chief. This incident happened when I was a Captain and we were on a second alarm to a city just north of us. This was a high rise building and you don't mess around with high rise building. This city will strike the following apparatus on their first alarm; A Battalion Chief, 3 pumpers, a latter truck, a ambulance and a rescue squad. Immediately after they "hit" a first alarm they will hit a second alarm, which is another Battalion Chief, 2 ladder trucks, and a pumper which was us. If needed, they could go to a third alarm followed by a 4th and a 5th and then a genmeral alarm.
ReplyDeleteOn our rival, The Fire Command told me (by name as we work and train together) to go the the 32nd floor and meet with the "Interior Command". When we got to the 32nd floor, Interior Command told me that the first alarm companies had the fire out but that we should go up to the fire floor (one floor above) and check for hot spots or anything that might be burning.
I had three men with me and we followed the hose line up to the fire floor where I got the nozzle and my men were behind me. Now is a real fire you can not see anything, going in I started putting out the hot spots/small fires. All of a sudden there was heavy pressure on the my chest and something was holding me back. I tried again but there was a heavy presurre on the chest again. My men were holding the hose tight so I started going forward once again and the heavy pressure was holding me back once again. Just then, the latter truck men got a big fan going and I could see. I was right on the edge where the window had been. I looked down and part of my boot was sticking over the edge. I was looking straight down 33 stories to the ground! Just one step further and I would have fallen to my death.
On returning to the fire house I started to think about it and there is no doubt in my mind that my Guarding Angel was pushing me back and that saved my life that day.
That is a wonderful story, thank you so much for sharing it! Reading stories like this do miraculous things with faith.
Deletehello my name is Lillie hill i wrote a song and would like to share the lyrics with you i truly enjoyed your work maybe you can post my cowritten song. Its called IN THE BEGINNING: in the begining of all of creation God brought forth the light out of the darkness, it was his glory he revealed from far away on the new days that he would create... in the begining of all of creation God reveals his plans to man and earth he's given many treasures to earth and man yet do we thank him constantly like he gives us life endlessly do we acknowledge the glory of God like on first day when he first breathed breath into life of clay; and behold there was a being behold there is someone i can talk too and behold i can see you a man that God made for me.. he's made me for you first of all i'd like to that you Lord for placing man here for ... a new life.. a new way... a new chance to see your face through the eyes ... the eyes that you have created .... IN THE BEGINNING.
ReplyDeleteMy best friend, my father, had died over a year at the time and I missed him so much pain was all over me and I often came home at night and curled into a ball and cryed. He was so good with my two young kids and I still did so much with him how could he be gone I wondered. I was very low and depressed. I shuffled through my day and at work. I needed to be more there for my young kids yet I was stricken with grief. One Sat. morning I was putting on my shoe to be completely dressed for the day and wondering how I would get through it again so pitiful and the girls were asleep as it was early. I knew the doors were locked yet I felt a warm, strong moving gust of wind swish from the back door to my bedroom. It kept moving and by me and out one of my bedroom windows. The light was so bright I could barely see and it was white and I felt a shade of blue in it. It said to me as it came to me "Lighten up - Lighten up it will be ok" and left as fast as it came. I just sat there in awe. I knew what was said to me was right and I knew INSTANTLY it was an angel, my dad most likely coming to tell me I must go on no matter what. That was in 1991 and it is now 2014 and I will never forget that day. I remember everything about it like it were yesterday. Love you Lord ! Love you Dad !
ReplyDeleteMy name is Della, and here's my angel story.. I was in a row boat with my husband, son Richard-5, and baby daughter of 14 mo.s Katherine. We'd ended an evening at a deserted lake, and were leaving. My husband left us at the dock to bring the trailer down to load the boat. I was guiding Richard up the steep dock steps while holding the boat (we should have roped to the dock). He slipped, hit his neck on the edge and fell into the murky lake water. I let go of the boat to pull him out of the water. He was bleeding quite a bit. In those few seconds, Katherine stood up in the boat and held the side of the boat, and began to float away in a diaper. I was afraid to let go of Richards' neck not knowing how severely he'd been injured and my baby was wanting to climb over the edge of the boat to get to me as she floated away. I was alone and in my mind I must have cried out to God. Suddenly, a man appeared at the dock and said, "I'll take the boy, you get the baby." I handed him my son and swam out to retrieve Katherine.
ReplyDeleteHe gave me Richard back when Katherine and I were on the dock. My husband returned. I was so distraught, I didn't see him leave.I wanted to thank him. How could he possibly even have been there?! He just vanished. Richard bravely was stitched up. I Thank God for His Angels. I continue to feel blessed. Praise the Lord!!!
It was sometime in the summer 2015. I was having a very rough time after my divorce, stayed with family, lived in hotels. It was very difficult out in Ca, didn't have a car, and a fast food job, the only one I could find at the time. One night after work a cab showed up out of nowhere, said, did I call for a cab? I said no. But took it anyways. I had seen the cab b4 and the driver once. The weird thing is a girl came from somewhere and got in the passenger front seat thén we left, maybe she had çalled I don't know? But we dropped her off first near a bar. The strangest thing she said was u ever feel ur ever run the prescence of angels? I thought that was interesting. We dropped one more person off. This was a dark time in my life. And I started to get depressed, then I saw the driver turn the light on out of nowhere. He was a short guy, not muscular. I saw him what looked like flex his forearm, anyways, I know that sounds weird, but I didn't feel afraid anymore. I felt there was light around me. I felt like I was around his angels. When the guy dropped me off he said his name was Gabe. I did talk to him a couple more times after that, he did tell me that being depressed anything dark, emotions, demons, can attach themselves, and to be careful. He also said hed meet with me because I wasn't going to church because I didn't feel very encouraged by one, he said hed go with me. I ended up moving back to ca, but I heard a certain Pastor on the TV after that he said that God's angels were carrying me and I also know they're God's Messengers and in that time I know a lot of people are praying for me and I know that we do entertain angels unaware and even though it was in human form I no doubt believe that God was watching over me with his angels and ever since then I have felt like they're watching out for me it's been two years since then and I'm doing good here in Arizona, a few people didn't believe me after I told this story but I feel compelled to tell it and I hope it encourages others knowing that God's Messengers are out there and you could pray and ask for help anytime and you're not alone I would also like to start a blog spot and even write a book I think it would be amazing and I feel compelled to!
ReplyDeleteI meant to say I moved back to Arizona and have been here for 2 years at that time I was in California that's when I had a really rough time but if I didn't go through that I wouldn't have learned what I needed to learn and get back on the path God is guiding me on with his angels
ReplyDeleteIn febuary of 2014 i had a massive heart attack. I was in the cardio icu for over six weeks of what would be 4 1/2 months in the hospital. Two weeks of it in a drug induced coma to start with. The docs were barely able to keep me alive for weeks. While i was so bad off i would sometimes go into lala land, but not often.
ReplyDeleteOne night i had a very clear vision that was very real for me. I was also enrolled in two prayer groups as i was told about later. As traditional catholics, my wife was able to borrow two first class relics that she was able to touch me with as she prayed for me. I firmly believe that as a result of all of this spiritual attention resulted in my realistic vision.
In my vision, i found myself sitting at the foot of our Lord's cross. I looked up at Him and He looked down at me. As He was looking at me, one of His tears fell on me and landed just tn the left of my nose and it was wet. When it landed i knew i would be okay, i knew beyond doubt i was going to be okay and in His care. A deep feeling of peace came over me and i was not worried in the least.
Not long after this, i was choppered tn another icu in denver where they were able to get some strength up for open heart surgery after a few more weeks. I was on an external machine that took my blood, cleaned it up and oxyegenated. Pumped back into me and pumped it thru me to keep me alive until the surgery. At the surgery, i had a mechanical pump installed to pump my blood for me and tn replace the left ventrical of my own heart. This device is called an lvad. Look it up as it takes awhile to explain. I am on two external batteries for the pump and plug into a wall unit to sleep with. It is what keeps me alive. I would not be alive without Him and the lvad. Plain and simple. When i told my priest about my vision i could tell by the look on his face that he believed me and then he said that when you are that close to death that experience like mine is not that unusual. I thank Him all the time and i share this only with people that believe in Him. God bless you and yours.