I am a firm believer that angels surround us.
I don't see them as having angels and halos.
I see them as I see us.
Yesterday as I sat alone in the dentist office, preparing for a procedure, I was scared.
I was shaking.
I was crying.
I said a prayer, asking Heavenly Father to allow my Grandma Robb to come sit with me.
I do this often.
My grandma died when Jackson was four months old.
I have felt her with me, and have had very sacred moments with her, since then.
I immediately felt comfort and peace and a presence that I can only describe as love and familiarity.
I believe strongly that when we ask for our loved ones to be with us, Heavenly Father hears our prayers.
It isn't usually like in the movies when angels, in white gowns and halos and wings, fly down from the sky.
It's very "normal."
A presence.
A presence.
In the room with us.
I am so grateful for my belief, not just faith in this.
T told me of another angel experience yesterday.
She had called a woman to tell her that her Covid test was positive.
The woman then wept and told her that last week, she had gone to see her dad who died of Covid.
T expressed to me that she stayed on the phone with the woman and cried with her.
Heavenly Father made T available to this woman in her desperate time of need.
And, T was there.
Of course T was there!
I am so grateful for my experiences in my life that have allowed me to see the hand of God in so many things, in so many times and in so many places.
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