ANGELS IN OUR MIDST
Stories to inspire your day
Angels are all around us everyday, they are God's Messengers.
Who knows when He may use them to deliver a message to us !
Perhaps one crossed your path today.....
"Do not forget to entertain strangers,
for by so doing
some people have entertained angels without knowing it."
I walked into the grocery store not particularly interested in buying groceries.
I wasn't hungry. The pain of losing my husband of 37 years was still too raw. And this grocery store held so many sweet memories.
Rudy often came with me and almost every time he'd pretend to go off and look for something special.
I knew what he was up to. I'd always spot him walking down the aisle with the three yellow roses in his hands.
Rudy knew I loved yellow roses.
Now,with a heart filled with grief, I only wanted to buy my few items andleave,but even grocery shopping was different since Rudy had passed on.
Shopping for one took time, a little more thought than it had for two.
Standing by the meat, I searched for the perfect small steak and remembered how Rudy had
loved his steak.
Suddenly a woman came beside me. She was blond, slim and lovely in a soft green pantsuit. I watched as she picked up a large pack of T-bones,dropped them in her basket, hesitated, and then put them back.
She turned to go
and once again reached for the pack of steaks.
She saw me watching her and she smiled.
"My husband loves T-bones, but honestly, at these prices, I don't know."
I swallowed the emotion down my throat and met her pale blue eyes.
husband passed away eight days ago," I told her.
Glancing at the package in her hands, I fought to control the tremble in my voice.
"Buy him the steaks and cherish every moment you have together."
She shook her head and I saw the emotion in her eyes as she placed the package in her basket and wheeled away.
I turned and pushed my cart across the length of the store to the dairy products. There I stood, trying to
decide which size milk I should buy.
A quart, I finally decided and moved on to the ice cream section near the front of the store.
If nothing else, I could always fix myself an ice cream cone.
I placed the ice cream in my cart and looked down the aisle toward the front.
I saw first the green suit, then recognized the pretty lady coming towards me. In her arms she carried a package. On her face was the brightest
smile I had ever seen. I would swear a soft halo encircled her blond hair as she kept walking toward me, her eyes holding mine.
As she came closer, I saw what she held and tears began misting in my eyes.
"These are for you," she said and placed three beautiful long stemmed yellow roses in my arms.
"When you go through the line, they will know these are
She leaned over and placed a gentle kiss on my cheek, then smiled again.
I wanted to tell her what she'd done, what the roses meant, but still unable to speak, I watched as she walked away as tears clouded my vision.
down at the beautiful roses nestled in the green tissue wrapping and found it almost unreal.
How did she know?
Suddenly the answer seemed so clear.
I wasn't alone.
"Oh, Rudy, you haven't forgotten me, have you?" I whispered, with tears in my eyes.
He was still with me, and she was his angel.
Everyday be thankful for what you have and who you are.
Two traveling angels stopped to spend the night in the home of a
The family was rude and refused to let the angels stay in the
mansion's guest room.
Instead the angels were given a space in the
As they made their bed on the hard floor, the older angel saw a
hole in the wall and repaired it.
When the younger angel asked why, the older angel replied...
"Things aren't always what they seem".
The next night the pair came to rest at the house of a very poor
but very hospitable farmer and his wife.
After sharing what little food they had
the couple let the angels sleep in their bed where they could have a good night's rest.
When the sun came up the next morning the angels found the farmer
and his wife in tears.
Their only cow, whose milk had been their sole
income, lay dead in the field.
The younger angel was infuriated and asked the older angel ,
" How could you have let this happen!
The first man had everything, yet you helped him," she accused.
" The second family had little but was willing to share everything
and you let their cow die."
" Things aren't always what they seem," the older angel replied.
" When we stayed in the basement of the mansion, I noticed there was gold stored in that hole in the wall.
Since the owner was so obsessed with greed and unwilling to share his good fortune, I sealed the wall so he wouldn't find it.
Then last night as we slept in the farmers bed, the angel of death came for his wife.
I gave her the cow instead.
" Things aren't always what they seem."
** Sometimes this is exactly what happens when things don't turn out the way that you think they should, but , if you have faith, you just need to trust that every outcome is always to your advantage,even though you may not know it until some time later.
"The experience of salvation means that in your actual life things are really altered,and you no longer look at things as you used to; your desires are new, old things have lost their power." -- Oswald Chambers
A young man had been to Wednesday night
The Pastor had shared about listening to God and obeying the Lord's voice.
The young man couldn't help but wonder,
"Does God still speak to people?"
After service, he went out with some friends for coffee and pie and
they discussed the message.
Several different ones talked about how God had led them in different ways.
It was about ten o'clock when the young man started driving home.
Sitting in his car, he just began to pray,
"God.. If you still speak to people speak to me.
I will listen.
I will do my best to obey."
As he drove down the main street of his town, he had the strangest
."Stop and buy a gallon of milk."
He shook his head and said out loud,
"God, is that you?"
He didn't get a reply and started on toward home.
But, again the thought,
"Buy a gallon of milk."
The young man thought about Samuel and how he didn't recognize
the voice of God,
and how little Samuel ran to Eli.
"Okay, God, in case that is you, I will buy the milk."
It didn't seem like too hard a test of obedience.
He could always use the milk.
He stopped and purchased the gallon of milk and started off toward
As he passed Seventh street, he again felt the urge,
"Turn down that street."
This is crazy he thought
and drove on pass the intersection.
Again,he felt that he should turn down seventh street.
At the next intersection, he turned back and headed down Seventh.
Half jokingly, he said out loud,
"Okay, God, I will."
He drove several blocks, when suddenly, he felt like he should stop.
He pulled over to the curb and looked around.
He was in a semi- commercial area of town.
It wasn't the best but it wasn't the worst of neighborhoods either.
The businesses were closed and most of the houses looked dark like the people were already in bed.
Again, he sensed something,
"Go and give the milk to the people in the house across the street."
The young man looked at the house.
It was dark and it looked like the people were either gone or they were
He started to open the car door and then sat back in
the car seat
"Lord, this is insane.
Those people are asleep and if I wake them up, they are going
to be mad and I will look stupid."
Again, he felt like he should go and give the milk.
Finally, he opened the car door,
"Okay God, if this is you, I will go to the door and I will give them the milk.
If you want me to look like a crazy person, okay.
I want to be obedient.
I guess that will count for something....
but if they don't answer right away, I am out of here."
He walked across the street and rang the bell.
He could hear some noise inside.
A man's voice yelled out, "Who is it? What do you want?"
Then the door opened before the young man could get away.
The man was standing there in his jeans and T-shirt.
He looked like he just got out of bed.
He had a strange look on his face and he didn't seem to happy to have some stranger standing on his doorstep.
"What is it?"
The young man thrust out the gallon of milk, "Here, I brought this to you."
The man took the milk and rushed down a hall way speaking loudly in
Then, from down the hall, came a woman carrying the milk toward the kitchen.
The man was following her holding a baby.
The baby was crying.
The man had tears streaming down his face.
The man began speaking and half crying,
"We were just praying.
We had some big bills this month
and we ran out of money.
We didn't have any milk for our baby.
I was just praying and asking God to show me how to get some milk."
His wife in the kitchen yelled out,
"I asked God to send an Angel with some..
Are you an Angel?"
The young man reached into his wallet
and pulled out all the money he
had on him
and put in the man's hand.
He turned and walked back toward his car and the tears were
streaming down his face.
He knew that God still answers prayers
and that God still speaks to His people.
"ANGEL IN A RED HAT"
I was so scared but I would not admit it, as I sat in the coffee shop
across from the Mayo Clinic.
Tomorrow I would be a patient there,
undergoing spinal surgery. The risk was high, but my faith was strong.
Just weeks before, I sat through my father's funeral. My guiding light had been sent back to heaven --
"O heavenly Father, in my time of trial, send me an angel."
As I looked up, preparing to leave, I saw an elderly lady walking very
slowly to the register, I stood behind her, admiring her flair for fashion
-- a bright paisley dress of red and purple, a scarf, a brooch and a
brilliant scarlet hat. "Excuse me, madam, I just must say what a beautiful
woman you are. You've made my day."
She clasped my hand and spoke these words: "My sweet child, bless you, for you see, I have an artificial arm and a plate in the other, and my leg is not my own. It takes me quite some time to get dressed. I try to do my best, but as years go by, people don't seem to think it matters.
You've made me feel so special today. may the Lord watch over and bless you, for you must be one of his little angels."
When she walked away from me that day, I uttered not a word, for she had touched my soul in such a way that she could only have been the angel.
- Tami Fox
(Inspirational submitted by: Rhonda Bohall)
taken from E-Prayer Daily Devotional
The Most Beautiful Flower
The park bench was deserted as I sat down to read
Beneath the long, straggly branches of an old willow tree
Disillusioned by life with good reason to frown,
For the world was intent on dragging me down.
And if that weren't enough to ruin my day
A young boy out of breath approached me, all tired from play.
He stood right before me with his head tilted down
And said with great excitement, "Look what I found!"
In his hand was a flower, and what a pitiful sight,
With its petals all worn - not enough rain, or too little light.
Wanting him to take his dead flower and go off to play,
I faked a small smile and then shifted away.
But instead of retreating he sat next to my side
And placed the flower to his nose and declared with overacted
"It sure smells pretty and it's beautiful, too.
That's why I picked it; here, it's for you."
The weed before me was dying or dead.
Not vibrant of colors, orange, yellow or red.
But I knew I must take it, or he might never leave
So I reached for the flower, and replied, "Just what I need."
But instead of him placing the flower in my hand,
He held it mid-air without reason or plan.
It was then that I noticed for the very first time
That weed-toting boy could not see: he was blind.
I heard my voice quiver, tears shone like the sun
As I thanked him for picking the very best one.
"You're welcome," he smiled, and then ran off to play,
Unaware of the impact he'd had on my day.
I sat there and wondered how he managed to see
A self-pitying woman beneath an old willow tree.
How did he know of my self-indulged plight?
Perhaps from his heart, he'd been blessed with true sight.
Through the eyes of a blind child, at last I could see
The problem was not with the world; the problem was me.
And for all of those times I myself had been blind,
I vowed to see the beauty in life, and appreciate every second
And then I held that wilted flower up to my nose And breathed
in the fragrance of a beautiful rose
And smiled as I watched that young boy, another weed in his
About to change the life of an unsuspecting old man.
In 1949, my father had just returned home from the war.
On every American highway you could see soldiers in uniform hitchhiking home to their families,as was the custom at that time in America.
Sadly, the thrill of my father's reunion with his family was soon overshadowed.
My grandmother became very ill and had to be hospitalized. It was her kidneys, and the doctors told my father that
she needed a blood transfusion immediately, or she would not live through the night.
The problem was that Grandmother's blood type was AB negative, a very rare type even today, but even harder to get then because there were no blood banks or air flights to ship blood.
All the family members were typed,but not one member was a match.
The doctors gave the family no hope; my grandmother was dying.
My father left the hospital in tears to gather up all the family members,so that everyone would get a chance to tell Grandmother good-bye.
As my father was driving down the highway, he passed a soldier in uniform hitchhiking home to his family.
Deep in grief, my father had no inclination at that moment
to do a good deed, yet it was almost as if something outside himself pulled him to a stop, and he waited as the stranger climbed into the car.
My father was too upset to even ask the soldier his name, but the soldier noticed my father's tears right away and inquired about them.
Through his tears, my father told this total stranger that his mother was lying in a hospital dying because the doctors had been unable to locate her blood type, AB negative, and if they did not locate her blood type before nightfall, she would surely die.
It got very quiet in the car.
Then this unidentified soldier extended his hand out to my father, palm up.
Resting in the palm of his hand were the dog tags from around his neck. The blood
type on the tags was AB negative.
The soldier told my father to turn the car around and get him to the hospital.
My grandmother lived until 1996, 47 years later, and to this day no one in our family knows the soldier's name.
But my father has often wondered,was he a soldier or an angel in uniform?
Sometimes, we never know who God will bring into our lives to carry out a special mission nor do we know whose lives God will have us touch.
I feel that I should share something very important with you..
I am writing this report in hopes of encouraging you with the knowledge that God is looking out for you, possibly with an Angel.
I would like to share with you the day I met mine.
--Jerry Golden 8-4-06
"The Golden Angel"
It was 1973 Connie and I had only been married one year when I got word that my grandfather had died and would be buried in two days, and they wanted me there.
It was during the time of the gas embargo and Water Gate and it seemed everything thing was going crazy in the country.
We lived in Bethany, Texas.
I remember Connie telling me that I may not be able to make it to West Virginia simply because there was no gas stations open, and the few that were had very long lines with some folks waiting for two days to fill their tanks.
We prayed about it and decided to trust God and make the trip.
To make things even more difficult,however, it was in the dead of winter and what I didnít know was that from Tennessee to West Virginia there was a very heavy snow storm raging.
Within an hour I was on the road, kissing Connie and our new baby Rachel.
I remember it took me a couple hours just to find a gas station that would fill up my tank, and that in an area I know well.
I remember thinking that this was really going to be a test of faith.
I had my doubts if I was going to make it.
However, it seemed that God was with me and the Ruach Ha Koddesh(Holy Spirit) was going with and before me because every time I needed gas there was always a gas station that had some for me.
That is until I got to the bottom of the highest mountain in Tennessee in the middle of a snowstorm.
There was a gas station at the bottom of the mountain, with a big sign that read, "OUT OF GAS".
My gas gauge said I had less than a 1/8 of a tank and my faith about then read the same.
It was snowing so hard you could hardly see where the road was.
I got out of the car and went over and sat down on the steps of the station and begin to pray.
It was ten minutes, possibly more, when I heard a word in my spirit clearly say "TRUST ME".
I knew I had heard from God.
One thing was certain, when I stood up I knew I had no choice but to begin the journey up that very long, dangerous and twisting road to the top of a very big mountain.
Knowing also, that I didnít have enough gas to make it to the top and thinking that possibly the next service station could possibly be all the way down the other side.
I had just made it around the first big horseshoe turn when I saw him, he was an old man, standing beside a old green ford pickup truck, in his hands was a red gas can, the old type with the dome top that held only 5 gallons.
I pulled up behind him and walked over to where he was standing, he was making no effort to pour the gas into his truck.
I started to tell him why I needed some of that gas but something inside of me said not to, to just ask him for some gas.
However, like many times in my life, I was hearing from God and didnít even know it at the time and as usual, I wasnít 100% obedient.
Instead, I said to the old man, "Could I buy some of that gas from you? I have a real emergency."
With very little expression, just something that sort of resembled a grin, he said to me, "We donít have any use for money but you can have the gas."
I thanked him and poured the gas into my tank.
It was a five-gallon can but it seemed to take forever for it to empty into my car.
As I started to drive away, I rolled down my window and was gong to wave at him, but he wasnít there and the truck wasnít there.
I stopped and got out and looked, there were no tire tracks in the snow.
It was then I knew I had met an Angel of God, possibly my personal Angel, who looked over me, for there was something inside of me that said I had known this old man all my life, his voice sounded so familiar.
With Holy Ghost goose bumps and feeling like I had a glancing shot at something heavenly ,I felt that I floated to the top of that mountain.
That five gallon tank of gas took me form Look Out Mountain in Tennessee to Morgantown, West Virginia.
It was a miracle, and one that started me knowing that we are watched by Angels and I had met mine.
I could tell you of other times I know that I have heard from my Angel, the truth is, I know there are Angels and you need to know you are always watched.
God loves you and if you are walking in obedience to His Calling on your life you will in some way, or one way or the other, come in contact with your Angel also.
So you see, I am not concerned about my safety or that of my family, for we have chosen to serve God and accept His calling regardless of how difficult it may seem at times.
Wherever God sends us we will always go, knowing that there is an Angel looking out for us.
And over the Angel, there is the Ruach Ha Koddesh(Holy Spirit) making sure the Will of the Father is always done, regardless of our stumbling.
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