I firmly believe that each of us has at least one Guardian Angel; I have had several experiences that have convinced me of this, although my proof may not prove anything of the sort to you!
Let me give you an example.
We visited Helsinki in February this year (Finland; beautiful country, wonderful people, magnificent chocolate), but unfortunately I broke a toe a couple of days before we left. I was extremely nervous about boarding the plane, it is always a scrum, allocated seats or not, and the thought of my toe being trodden on was making me feel nauseous…
We were waiting at the gate, and Phil, my husband wandered off to find a loo…naturally the flight was called the minute he vanished from sight, and horror of horrors…we had to go by bus to the plane!
I watched as it filled up; so many passengers in such a small space! By the time Phil reappeared, there were no seats and very little standing room and I was certain of being severely injured…
Now whilst I was waiting for Phil to reappear, I had been on the hotline to my Guardian Angels, with an emergency request for help…
As we went through the gate, all I could see were people crammed into the bus, right up to the doors…I wasn’t even sure there was room for us…when suddenly, the driver came up to us and said there were two seats right behind the drivers seat, and we should have them!
Now at no time had I told anyone of my predicament, or asked for special treatment, he had appeared right out of the blue!
The other standing passengers (there were many) looked on in surprise; it was almost as if those two seats had been invisible up until that moment…
But more was to follow!
As we approached the plane on the tarmac, I knew I still had the worst part in front of me, fighting through a narrow aisle full of folks trying to find their seats and put luggage overhead…but as the bus stopped by the steps, the driver only opened the doors in front of us, so that I was the first off the bus and the first up the steps and onto the plane!
I have to believe in Divine intervention after that!
…But I appreciate you might not!
So how do you find your own ‘proof’?
The first thing is to accept (just for the purposes of this experiment), that angels exist. You then need to ask for a sign that they can hear you, and that sign can take all sorts of forms; what you can be absolutely sure of, is that it will be a sign which only means something to you.
The most convincing evidence comes when we are in real need, like me with my toe (!), but your Guardian Angel will respond to every one of your requests…you just might need to learn to spot them.
Look for something that comes when you ask…not hours or days later, something that provokes a real response from you, at a deep emotional level. I tend to laugh a lot; somehow knowing that they are there watching over me just makes me giggle!
I shall write more on angel signs another day, but will leave you with another of my personal experiences…
My car is called Baby Blue; she is a 2008 Fiesta in Pompey (Portsmouth Football Club) Blue, and she is the only car I have had from brand new!
She has a little glitch…something it will probably take a man with a computer days to trace…which is why I am not bothering right now! Sometimes, the radio console is dead when you turn it on; no lights, no anything. It stays dead for a varying amount of time and no amount of fiddling will have any effect.
So one morning, I get into Baby Blue, start the engine and there is no radio; I was not a happy bunny anyway, things were not going well, so as I drove I was asking the Angels for a sign that all would be well…
…About 10 minutes into the journey, the radio sang into life, right at the point where Aretha sings the line ‘I say a little prayer for you…’
I burst out laughing and thanked them for their attention and response, but then, a few minutes later, I was worrying again, so as I parked up, I was asking for yet another sign, to prove the first one was a proper sign!
I had hardy got to the end of the plea, walking along the pavement under some overhanging trees, when I walked into the perfect fluffy white feather hanging by a gossamer thread…
Fair enough. I get the message!
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