Believe me or not this is how it all went down.
Too many years ago I seen angels in the sky. I was quietly wondering if I was doing the right thing with different aspects of my life.
I have always loved looking at the sky and the horizon and sunset. As a matter of fact I take many many pictures on f the beautiful sky. I tell my kids and anyone who comments on how beautiful my pictures are that I can't take the credit, it's Gods painting.
As I was driving down the road heading home from work I look up to the sky and there are 2 Angels. Same color as the clouds but outlined perfectly so that I knew exactly without a doubt what they were. Many have argued that they were just clouds and an optical illusion. Whatever. I know what I seen.
I was blessed twice with the sighting of Angels in the clouds. My middle child also says that she seen one as well, yet on that day I didn't see where she was pointing. Obviously the message was for her and not I.
My husband and I were getting ready to go out for my Birthday dinner. He wanted to snap a picture of me with his iPhone. The first picture he snapped of a brilliant light covered far more than half of the picture. He quickly erased it and snapped another that turned out fine. It had been only a couple of months since my Mom passed suddenly. My husband said he knew exactly what it was right away, my Mother hugging me for my Birthday.
2 years later: My oldest daughter had a preterm still birth. She was far enough along that a funeral was held. We are approaching the 3rd anniversary and it's been heavy on my mind and in my heart.
Now to the current time frame. I was driving to work one morning and took a route i don't usually take. There at the side of the road was a ghost running straight for the road. I wasn't afraid yet I knew exactly what it was.
A brief history on my area: Underground Railroad ran heavy all around my county and the house I grew up in had a hidden area for just that reason in the basement. Also: not more than a mile away a young boy who was a year older than my oldest hung himself in his closet about 11 years ago. He ran cross country track.
Like I said I wasn't afraid of the ghost. I felt sorry for it. I said a quiet little prayer for the poor sole to find comfort and find its way home. (Home meaning Heaven.)
For the past week strange things have been happening. I've been woken up by strange noises in my house. The sound of cabinet doors shutting, a dog walking on my wood laminate floors (we have 3 dogs but are all in our bedroom which is carpeted) and the sound of words being spoken but I can't make it out. I even seen a figure walk through my bedroom towards the window. My sleepy eyes couldn't focus well enough before it was gone. It was a faint white outline of a tall man. To answer any questions... yeah, it's freaky.
This morning however, I was in a foul mood as I let the dogs out (they've been underfoot so much lately). I didn't want to get out of bed. I wanted to just chill and be lazy at least till 7am. I noticed a pleasant aroma which is a far cry from the constant smell of what we believe to be possum or raccoon taking residence in the corn field.
Whatever I thought as I prepped the coffee. By the time I was done the dogs were ready to come back in. Of course the tie out for my middle dog (squirrel chaser) has gotten caught. I walk out to free it from whatever and I get blasted with an overwhelming smell of lilacs. Yes, I have a lilac bush however they bloom in spring.
So think about this. It's July, middle of a summer heat wave. All of my flowers have died. No one around me (I'm in the country) has flowers that survived the heat wave. I sat down in the dew soaked chair and inhaled deeply the wonderful aroma of lilacs.
It faded almost as quickly as it had appeared. I want inside and on with my morning. I decided to have a look at what the meaning could be (I'm really into finding the meaning of things). My search led me to this site and I felt compelled to share my story.
As I think about it... the strange noises didn't happen last night. Perhaps it's the Angels telling me they've got it taken care of.
Sorry for the length of the post. My feelings lead me and I was compelled to tell the whole story and not just today's insistent that led me here.
Yes- Angels are all around us.
Yes- Even if you only think your prayers, God can hear you.
No- I don't care if you don't believe me. I know what is true.
Too many years ago I seen angels in the sky. I was quietly wondering if I was doing the right thing with different aspects of my life.
I have always loved looking at the sky and the horizon and sunset. As a matter of fact I take many many pictures on f the beautiful sky. I tell my kids and anyone who comments on how beautiful my pictures are that I can't take the credit, it's Gods painting.
As I was driving down the road heading home from work I look up to the sky and there are 2 Angels. Same color as the clouds but outlined perfectly so that I knew exactly without a doubt what they were. Many have argued that they were just clouds and an optical illusion. Whatever. I know what I seen.
I was blessed twice with the sighting of Angels in the clouds. My middle child also says that she seen one as well, yet on that day I didn't see where she was pointing. Obviously the message was for her and not I.
My husband and I were getting ready to go out for my Birthday dinner. He wanted to snap a picture of me with his iPhone. The first picture he snapped of a brilliant light covered far more than half of the picture. He quickly erased it and snapped another that turned out fine. It had been only a couple of months since my Mom passed suddenly. My husband said he knew exactly what it was right away, my Mother hugging me for my Birthday.
2 years later: My oldest daughter had a preterm still birth. She was far enough along that a funeral was held. We are approaching the 3rd anniversary and it's been heavy on my mind and in my heart.
Now to the current time frame. I was driving to work one morning and took a route i don't usually take. There at the side of the road was a ghost running straight for the road. I wasn't afraid yet I knew exactly what it was.
A brief history on my area: Underground Railroad ran heavy all around my county and the house I grew up in had a hidden area for just that reason in the basement. Also: not more than a mile away a young boy who was a year older than my oldest hung himself in his closet about 11 years ago. He ran cross country track.
Like I said I wasn't afraid of the ghost. I felt sorry for it. I said a quiet little prayer for the poor sole to find comfort and find its way home. (Home meaning Heaven.)
For the past week strange things have been happening. I've been woken up by strange noises in my house. The sound of cabinet doors shutting, a dog walking on my wood laminate floors (we have 3 dogs but are all in our bedroom which is carpeted) and the sound of words being spoken but I can't make it out. I even seen a figure walk through my bedroom towards the window. My sleepy eyes couldn't focus well enough before it was gone. It was a faint white outline of a tall man. To answer any questions... yeah, it's freaky.
This morning however, I was in a foul mood as I let the dogs out (they've been underfoot so much lately). I didn't want to get out of bed. I wanted to just chill and be lazy at least till 7am. I noticed a pleasant aroma which is a far cry from the constant smell of what we believe to be possum or raccoon taking residence in the corn field.
Whatever I thought as I prepped the coffee. By the time I was done the dogs were ready to come back in. Of course the tie out for my middle dog (squirrel chaser) has gotten caught. I walk out to free it from whatever and I get blasted with an overwhelming smell of lilacs. Yes, I have a lilac bush however they bloom in spring.
So think about this. It's July, middle of a summer heat wave. All of my flowers have died. No one around me (I'm in the country) has flowers that survived the heat wave. I sat down in the dew soaked chair and inhaled deeply the wonderful aroma of lilacs.
It faded almost as quickly as it had appeared. I want inside and on with my morning. I decided to have a look at what the meaning could be (I'm really into finding the meaning of things). My search led me to this site and I felt compelled to share my story.
As I think about it... the strange noises didn't happen last night. Perhaps it's the Angels telling me they've got it taken care of.
Sorry for the length of the post. My feelings lead me and I was compelled to tell the whole story and not just today's insistent that led me here.
Yes- Angels are all around us.
Yes- Even if you only think your prayers, God can hear you.
No- I don't care if you don't believe me. I know what is true.
