Monday, December 15, 2008

Angels round about us to bear us up . . .


I believe in angels—both those we can’t see and those we can. And I appreciate both.

Several years ago, I was driving home late at night with my daughter in the car. We pulled up to a stop sign, checked for oncoming cars, didn’t see any, so proceeded to make a right hand turn onto the next street. But instead of moving forward, I pulled the car sharply to the right on to the side of the road and stopped. I then looked at my daughter in surprise, wondering why I had done that. It was almost as if the car had a mind of its own and had taken control. Just then a car, with its head lights off, zipped by us on the wrong side of the street in an effort to pass the car next to it. Had I pulled onto the road as intended, I would have hit that car head on.

That was not my first experience where I felt someone was watching over and assisting us, nor has it been my last. I am so grateful for the knowledge that we are not walking this journey alone. But I am so glad that not all angels are on the other side of the veil. Sometimes God sends family members, friends and even strangers to help us.

I had an experience a little over a year ago that I will never forget. I was on day five of recovering from major surgery. Everything hurt, my spirits, which had been high the previous four days, had plummeted, and I felt miserable, body and soul. I also had a doctor’s appointment, and not being allowed to drive, was chauffeured there and back by my husband. While returning to our home he told me he had to return to work, which meant I would be home alone.

Normally I would have been okay with that, but at that very low moment the thought of being alone was overwhelming and I began to cry. I also began to pray that Heavenly Father would send someone to my home to keep me company.

My husband got me in the house and settled into a chair and then left through the back door. He had no sooner closed the door behind him when my front doorbell rang. I called for the visitor to enter and in walked a friend, Julie, who claimed to just be passing by and thought she would drop in and give me a foot massage. For the next half hour, Julie, a trained massage therapist, massaged my feet, kept me company and boosted my spirits. When she left, I not only felt loved by her, but also by my Heavenly Father who cared enough to send someone to help me that day.
Over several weeks of my recovery, many friends and neighbors came by to watch movies with me, bring dinner, wash my dishes, and just visit. I am thankful for all of them—all angels who came and brought such great . . . joy to my journey.

4 comments:

Jenny Farley said...

I never tire of hearing that story! In fact it gets more special each time I hear it. Sometimes I think that Heavenly Father is just waiting for us to call upon Him so He can bless us. And what is so amazing is that when He does bless us it is so much better than we could have imagined. Great story Lori!

Heidi Ashworth said...

Beautiful stories! Thanks for sharing them! Thanks for stopping by my blog and letting me know about your purchase of Miss D. In my totally narcissistic way, I am wondering how you heard about it. Was it through someone else's blog or what? (I just like knowing what's working, you know? Thanks!)

Becky said...

These are beautiful experiences to cherish. Thanks for sharing them.

Terri said...

That is such a beautiful story! It made me cry. I too have had many such experiences that verify to my soul how close the angels are around us and how much Heavenly Father cares about us! I could identify with that so much! Thanks for sharing.