Angel Miracle

Paul Whitehill told me about healing he had from angel to keep his eye sight, after an severe eye injury.

About 12 years ago, I was struck in the eye by a metal bolt. As I was loading a trailer, the bungee rope snapped and sprung a bolt off the trailer, which hit my eye.  In pain, I was rushed to the hospital, where the surgeon said I would be blind in that eye.  About 2 hours later, while waiting for an eye specialist to arrive, I felt an overwhelming sense of peace and calm, as if a force or an angel came over me.  It gave me a deep sense of peace.  I didn’t know what was happening to me, but I knew a miracle was happening with my eye.  When the specialist came, he took a look at my injury, gave me drops, and patched the eye up.   I was sent home to stay in bed for a week. What is amazing is that I didn’t lose my eyesight.  In fact, I continue to see fine with it. I really do feel the angels created a miracle, and restored my eyesight. 

 

Assistance with writers block

Angel Tip

Most people have experienced writers block at some point in their lives. Rather than forcing the  words to come which can be frustration and futile, stop, go take a  walk or get some rest. Then get quiet and  ask for an angel to help you with your writing assignment.   At first it may feel like you are talking to yourself, but rest assured they will hear you.  It  will then be only a matter of  allowing them to help you.  So when you sit down to write again, take some deep breathes and imagine letting the angel filling you with inspiration. Then just start writing the first words that come to your mind, don’t judge them or delete them from your mind  before you write the words down. Later you can always edit the material.  But first just let it flow. It may take a bit to get used to doing this.  But after awhile it will get easier, especially if you get in the habit of asking for the angels  help. 

 

Truly his days are now filled with joy!

A Spiritual Joy Committee

When Gary heard about the book “Hiring the Heavens” (that tells about hiring a committee of angels to help you), he immediately asked for a joy committee to look after him and make his life happier and more bountiful.  He had recently been through some rough years with sketchy finances and a divorce.  Even though he had retired, he still felt life was extremely demanding, and he just didn’t want it to continue that way.  Quite emphatically he explained to his joy committee, “Hey, I’m an old guy here.  Life shouldn’t be this hard.  Can’t we make things a bit easier on me?”

He now says he can’t begin to count the positive ways that moment changed his life.  Instead of struggling all the time, he experiences synchronicities on a daily basis and marvels at how things keep working out with ease. …His worries have vanished, replaced by a newfound sense of calmness and comfort that’s unshakable.  Truly his days are filled with joy. 

Excerpted from Hiring the Heavens, by Jean Slatter.   New World Library

 

Little Miracles

An Angel Story

The Least of These

Andrea Martin has always felt a strong connection between herself and her little goddaughter Katie.  “Her mother, Amanda, is my cousin, and we are also very close,” Andrea says.  “But right from the day Katie was born, I felt a special bond.”  As she grew, one of the unusual things about Katie was her occasional comment about a little boy she sometimes saw. “Who are you waving to?” Andrea would ask her.  “The boy, Aunt Andrea!” Katie would respond, as if everyone could see him.  It would have been simple to suppose he was an imaginary companion, which the typical preschooler will conjure up during playtime.  But on more than one occasion, Katie’s mother, Amanda, had caught a glimpse of a little boy in Katie’s room.  Who was he?  Amanda hadn’t said much about this vision, until her father reported the same phenomenon.  Both continued to catch an occasional glimpse of the boy, who always hovered around Katie’s room.

When Katie was about three, Amanda became pregnant with her second child.  When she was almost ready to give birth, her friends, including Andrea, took her out for dinner at a Mexican restaurant.  Because it was a special event, Katie was included.  “We thought the spicy foods might speed up Amanda’s delivery!” Andrea says.  Even if it did, there would be no problem—Andrea had promised to stay overnight at the house, so in case anything happened in the night, she would be there to care for Katie.

The women talked and laughed and had a wonderful time. Andrea notice that Katie seemed enthralled with the red helium balloons that were bobbing from the ceiling and wafting over the tables in the restaurant.  When dinner was over, Andrea bought a balloon for Katie.  The little girl was thrilled.  She clung to it in the car.

But when everyone entered the house, just for a moment, Katie let go of the balloon, and it sailed away, up to the high cathedral ceiling in the living room.  Katie burst into tears.  “The living room ceiling was at least two stories high and kind of closed in,” Andrea says.  “There was no way any of us could reach that balloon.  I felt so bad for Katie.  I hadn’t meant to make her cry.”  Knowing how important such things are to little children, Andrea tucked Katie into bed and gave her extra hugs.

Despite the Mexican food, no baby arrived that night, and the following morning, Andrea was the first one to get up.  She walked past Katie’s open door and stopped in surprise.  It couldn’t be.  But there, bobbing cheerfully against the eight-foot ceiling was the red balloon.  Andrea went into the room and stared at it, amazed.  How had the balloon traveled from the high living-room ceiling, down the narrow eight-foot-high hallway, and into Katie’s bedroom?  It was still round and full and obviously hadn’t lost any of its helium.  She looked over at the bed, where Katie was lying, awake and smiling.  “Honey, how did this balloon get into your room?”

Katie smiled.  “I asked the boy.”

:The boy?”

Katie nodded.  “You know, Aunt Andrea, the boy who waves to me sometimes.  I was sad because the balloon was so high.  So I asked the boy to get it for me, and he did.”

Just like a guardian angel.  Andrea was getting chills.  No request was too small for heaven.  And wasn’t a balloon the perfect symbol of love?

Recently, Katie was a junior bridesmaid in Andrea’s wedding.  And although she hasn’t mentioned him in a few years, everyone believes that “the boy” attended, too.

Ask the Angels for help with small things

Angel Tips

Be open to asking an angel for help with small things as well as big things, like the story about “No Prayer Request it Too Small”.   It would be really wonderful if you can see your angel friend, like little Katie.  But that is not necessary.  Katie was not bothered with thoughts that it wasn’t right to ask her angel friend to get her balloon back.  And she was not bothered with disbeliefs that her angel friend couldn’t do it for her.  She had an open heart and open mind, and just asked!

The angel tip is to open your heart and mind, and ask the angels for ANYTHING you need help with!

Here is an example for me, one very blistery cold day I was trying to find a parking place to go into the store.  I kept going round and round the parking lot, and it was totally full.  I then remembered to ask the angels.  So I just silently thought in my head, angels could you help me find a place to park.  And soon after that, as I turned up another row of cars, someone was pulling out of a spot near the door.  I said “Thank You”, and got my trusted tingling up my spine as an acknowledgement of “Your Welcome!”.    PS Be aware of any physical sensations you might feel, when communicating with you angels, like I get.  It helps to increase you trust that you are connecting with the.

 

Family with car trouble on a lonely highway, gets an unusal answer to their prayers

From the book Guardian Angels: True Stories of Answered Prayers by Joan Wester Anderson LoyolaPress. Chicago.
Heaven on the Highway
It was Christmas week in Cleland, England, and Sharon Stead and her family had been visiting relatives. “Since our three sons were little –ages seven, five, and five months—we had planned to leave for home much earlier,” Sharon recalls. But time had passed too quickly, and now they were facing a long drive on a single-lane road through miles of open country with few houses, services, or restaurants. Nor did the Steads own a cell phone. They had made the trip many times, but never this late in the day. Sharon was nervous, but she put on a smile as the families waved good-bye to one another. All too soon, darkness began to fall.
Snuggled up in warm fleecy blankets in the backseat, the boys went to sleep. But the road got darker, the terrain even more desolate. “Oh no,” Sharon’s husband, Dave, murmured about an hour into the journey. “Is that fog?”
It was. The dense fog floated over them, and soon they could barely see more than a few yards ahead. “As Dave braked, we both noticed the oil warning light flashing on and off on the dashboard. Then the engine began to sputter.” The car seemed to lose power, chugging and bouncing along. The couple exchanged worried looks. There were no other cars in view, no sign of life anywhere. What if they stalled? How could they protect the children or find help?
There was nothing else to do but to pray. “God please get us home safely.” Sharon began. “Get the care home before it breaks down completely.” Dave echoed her plea. Over and over the couple prayed as they watched the oil light flash on and off. The car continued to chug, slowing to about fifteen miles an hour. If they stopped, they might never get started again. Baby Lewis awakened and began to fuss. Somehow, Sharon got him into the front seat to give him his bottle. “I was afraid to stop praying, almost afraid to take my eyes off the dashboard light,” she says. No cars appeared anywhere around them. Mile by mile, Dave continued to drive.
At last! Suddenly they saw lights ahead! It was an oasis, with a gas station right beside it. Gratefully, they pulled in just as the engine sputtered to a stop. They had made it! Or at least they were not alone anymore, for an attendant came toward them, smiling in welcome.
However, the news was not good. There were no mechanics on duty, nor was the oasis restaurant open. “The holidays, you know,” the attendant pointed out. “It might take hours to find a mechanic. I can replace the oil you’ve lost, but I don’t think that will get you home.”
Dave didn’t either. But there was no motel available, his family was cold and frightened, and he had to try. He and the attendant replaced the oil, Dave got back in the car, and the engine started. Shakily they pulled out onto the lonely road. “Are we going to make It?” Sharon asked anxiously.
“Keep praying,” Dave answered.
Sharon did, and somehow they kept moving. Even when they came upon an occasional stoplight, it was green, and they were able to coast through it without using the brake. Long after the oil should have run out, they finally reached the outskirts of their town, and at 2:30 am they turned into their own driveway. It had taken them seven hours to cover a journey that usually took about four, but they were safe. Suddenly the car simply stopped running. Sharon and Dave prayed a loud “thank you!” before awakening the children.
“We truly believed that God has sent us the help we needed, and we were very grateful,” Sharon says. But they did not realize how blessed they actually were until the next time they drove the same road back to their relatives’ home in Cleland. Fro they passed o oasis or gas station on that journey. (Like the one they had stopped at.) Nor have they ever seen such a place during the many years they have since driven he route. “We often tell the story of how God sent us a gas-station angel,” Sharon says, “and a certain brand of blessed Christmas oil to bring us safely home.”

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Asking a Specific Archangel for Help

Angel Tip

It is fun to ask a specific Archangel for help in their specialty, like we talked about last week.  But if you don’t know who to ask for just think or say out loud, “I sure could use some angel assistance here.”  (It’s fun to get specific on what you need or who you want to ask, but it isn’t necessary.)   The most important thing to remember is you just need to ask!

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A Guarian Angel for Little Allie, named ‘Bummer’!

This is a story of a mother who truly followed her intuition, even when she had no physical evidence that her newborn was ill, and was even told that her baby was fine.  Because this mother was insistent, she was able to save her child’s life.  And the mother shares how the child’s Guardian Angel was very evident in their daughter’s life for the 5 years the doctors wanted her watched.

Allie’s Angel

When Mother’s Day rolls around, Lynn of West Bloomfield, Michigan, enjoys every minute of it, for her path to maternity had been more anxious than most.  She remembers all too clearly the irrational fear she began to exhibit almost at the start of her second pregnancy; she felt certain that something was very wrong.  “My doctor tried to reassure me that the baby and I were both fine, but there was nothing he could say or do that would put my mind at rest,” she says.  There seemed to be no reason for her concern, so there was no logical way to combat it.  Eventually, Lynn went through a normal delivery and gave birth to a healthy baby girl, and she hoped her strange fears had gone.  But when little Alexandra was just ten day old, Lynn suddenly “knew” what her unease was all about. “As I was feeding her one night, I looked at our reflection in the mirror. There seemed to be a covering over her, like a gauzy white sheet.  I took that vision as a warning—that although she appeared perfectly healthy, she needed medical attention immediately.”  

She and her husband took her to the hospital, but after a bunch of tests, they found nothing wrong, and the parents took her home.  Several days later, she took her baby to another hospital’s ER, with the same tests still not showing anything wrong.  But this time Lynn refused to take her baby home, and so they sent another doctor to examine the baby.  He looked at Lynn, “I need you to tell me what is wrong with your daughter,” he said gently. 

Lynn looked at the baby, and the baby looked right back.  Their eyes locked for a moment, and suddenly she knew.  “You need to focus on her abdomen,” she said. “That’s where the problem is.”  “ Very well,”  the doctor nodded.   “We’ll do a CT scan tomorrow morning. “

“No!  You have to do it now!” Lynn was adamant.” “It’s very late in the day—“ “Now!”  Tears pricked her eyes. “I don’t think she’ll make it through the night.”

Oddly, the doctor complied.  Just a short time later, the results showed that Allie was filled with fluid and had peritonitis.  With an hour, she was in surgery, where the physicians removed a portion of her colon.  They never did find the source of the peritonitis. “The doctor came out to talk to us, and he gently warned us that she might not live through the night,”  Lynn says.   Yet, somehow I knew she would be fine.”  Following a very lengthy hospital stay and recuperation period, baby Allie was discharged.

“Watch over her closely for the first five years,” the doctors advised.  Because they hadn’t found the cause of her illness, they could not be sure it  wouldn’t return. .  However, to this day it remains a mystery.

As Alexandra developed well, and as she approached her second birthday, she started to talk.  But  her first words were not dada or mama.  It was angel.  As her verbal skills developed, she told her family that her angels’ name was Bummer, that he was a very tall man, at least eight feet, and seemed a playful person.  At first Lynn thought it was an imaginary friend, but then one day she was looking for a book for her son.  “I turned the house upside down, but since Allie was only three, I didn’t include her in the search.”  While Lynn was still looking, the toddler approached, carrying the book. 

“Here, Mommy,” she said, holding it out “Bummer said you wanted this.  He told me where it was.”

On several other occasions, Lynn would be in an adjacent room and hear Allie, happily chattering away at Bummer.  “One day I heard a deep male voice talking back to her,” Lynn says.  “I ran into the next room, but she was alone.  Lynn’s husband had also heard their daughter talking to someone, and a male voice responding.”

Time passed, and after Allie’s 5th Birthday, Bummer only reappeared a few more times to their daughter during the next year.  However he had reassured Allie that he would always be close.  Lynn remembered that the doctors had wanted Allie to be watched very closely for her first 5 years. So then Lynn realizes that Allie was watched by her Guardian Angel ‘Bummer’ as well. 

The full longer version of the story can be found in the book Guardian Angels, True stories of Answered Prayers. By Joan Wester Anderson. LoyolaPress, Chicago.  Watch for other stories from this book and other sources.

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Archangels have Speicalties

Angel Tip

Did you know that Angels have areas of specialty? For instance, Archangel Michael releases us from fear and doubt, protects us and clears away negativity.  In your meditations, just ask for help from Archangel Michael.

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Asking the Angels to Find Something

Kim’s Story

My brother and I were working on a healing room in my home when we misplace the electric drill.  We looked everywhere twice, and we couldn’t find it.  So I stopped, took a deep breath, and said “OK angels, where is it?”  Instantly I got a visual of the garage (which we had also checked twice!) and when I went out there it was laying smack dab in the middle of the floor with nothing else around it!   Of course my brother goes, “How did you do that?”

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