Diane was home for the summer from college & she had gone to visit friends one evening. She ended up staying much longer than she had planned & had to walk home alone. She wasn't afraid though, as it was a small town & she lived only a few blocks away, but she asked God to keep her from harm. When she reached the alley which was a short cut to her house, she decided to take it. However, halfway down the alley, she noticed a man standing at the end as though he were waiting for her. She began to feel uneasy, so she shot up a prayer for God's protection. Instantly, she felt peace & security surrounding her & she had a feeling that someone was walking with her. When she reached the end of the alley, she walked right past the man & reached home safely.
The next morning she read in the paper that a girl had been assulted in the same alley, just twenty minutes after she had been there. Diane thought that she could possibly recognize the man, so she went down to the police station where she told her story. They asked her if she would look at a line-up to see if she could identify him, she agreed & immediately pointed out the man she had seen in the alley the night before. She asked the policeman if he would ask the man one question for her. She was curious to know why he had not attacked her. When the policeman asked him, he answered, "because she wasn't alone, there were 2 tall men walking with her, one on either side."
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Woman's Day Magazine "The Miracle of a Brother's Song"
Like any good mother, when Karen found out that another baby was on the way,she did what she could to help her 3-year-old son, Michael, prepare for a new sibling.
They found out that the new baby was going be a girl, and day after day,night after night, Michael sang to his sister in Mommy's tummy.
He was building a bond of love with his Little sister before he even met her. The pregnancy progressed normally for Karen. In time, the labor pains came. Soon it was every five minutes, every three, every minute. But serious complications arose during delivery and Karen found herself in hours of labor. Would a C-section be required?
Finally, after a long struggle, Michael's little sister was born.But she was in very serious condition. With a siren howling in the night, the ambulance rushed the infant to the neonatal intensive care unit at St.Mary's Hospital, Knoxville, Tennessee. The days inched by. The little girl got worse. The pediatrician had to tell the parents there is very little hope. Be prepared for the worst. Karen and her husband contacted a local cemetery about a burial plot. They had fixed up a special room in their house for their new baby but now they found themselves having to plan for a funeral.
Michael, however, kept begging his parents to let him see his sister. I want to sing to her, he kept saying. Week two in intensive care looked as if a funeral would come before the week was over. Michael kept nagging about singing to his sister, but kids are never allowed in Intensive Care. Karen decided to take Michael whether they liked it or not.
If he didn't see his sister right then, he may never see her alive. She dressed him in an oversized scrub suit and marched him into ICU. He looked like a walking laundry basket. The head nurse recognized him as a child and hellowed, "Get that kid out of here now. No children are allowed."
The mother rose up strong in Karen, and the usually mild-mannered lady glared steel-eyed right into the head nurse's face, her lips a firm line.
"He is not leaving until he sings to his sister" she stated. Then Karen towed Michael to his sister's bedside. He gazed at the tiny infant losing the battle to live. After a moment, he began to sing. In the pure-hearted voice of a 3-year-old, Michael sang: "You are my sunshine, my only sunshine, you make me " happy when skies are gray." Instantly the baby girl seemed to respond.
The pulse rate began to calm down and become steady. "Keep on singing Michael," encouraged Karen with tears in her eyes. "You never know, dear, How much I love you, please don't take my sunshine away."
As Michael sang to his sister, the baby's ragged, strained breathing became as smooth as a kitten's purr. "Keep on singing, sweetheart."
"The other night, dear, as I lay sleeping, I dreamed I held you in my arms". Michael's little sister began to relax as rest, healing rest, seemed to sweep over her.
"Keep on singing, Michael." Tears had now conquered the face of the bossy head nurse. Karen glowed.
"You are my sunshine, my only sunshine. Please don't take my sunshine away..." The next, day...the very next day...the little girl was well enough to go home. Woman's Day Magazine called it The Miracle of a Brother's Song. The medical staff just called it a miracle. Karen called it a miracle of God's love.
NEVER GIVE UP ON THE PEOPLE YOU LOVE. LOVE IS SO INCREDIBLY POWERFUL.
About 34 years ago, I was in my good friend Paul's house. In a narrow hallway, a rack of guns were mounted, all pointed toward the end of the hallway. A door leading outside was at the end on the same wall as the guns pointed that way. Across the hall was Paul's sister Debbie's room. In a rush, Paul wanted to show me his dad's new elk rifle. He pulled it from the rack and we examined the gun. When I asked, he assured me none of the guns were loaded as he cocked the bolt. In a rush to get home, he reached to replace the gun on the two pegs jutting from the gun rack. Meanwhile, I had moved down the hallway, opened the door and stood in the doorway, waiting for him to drive me home. A distinct feminine voice spoke to me from Debbie's room saying, "Chris, turn and look." Instinctively I did, turning to look toward where I assumed was Debbie in her room. At that exact moment the gun exploded! The sound was deafening. The bullet passed through the hair on the back of my head, grazing the hair, but not my scalp. It's path was where the side of my head had been a second before. Before I turned toward the voice calling out to me. The hollow-point round exploded in the wall a foot away, leaving a six-inch circular hole. I assumed I was hit and fell to the ground, amid the smoke, noise and screams of Paul and his Mother screaming, "You've shot Chris!" Within seconds, Paul grabbed me, I felt for blood and found none, and we realized I had been missed. I calmly said, "I turned because I heard Debbie call me." Paul's mom said, "Debbie's not there. No one is. It' s only us." Truly, I heard the voice of my angel and she saved me life. "Chris, turn and look," -- words I've never forgotten in 34 years.
This angel experience happened to my mom. It was in the early 70's & my mom was a hippie, traveling around Europe with a friend. They had been hitchhiking through Germany when this story took place, & their destination was Zurich, Switzerland. It had been quite difficult for them to get any rides & they were very tired as they hadn't been getting much sleep, as they spent hours by the roadside waiting for someone to give them a lift. They were finally picked up by a middle-aged man who drove them for a couple hours. Without any forewarning, he pulled over & dropped them off in the middle of nowhere & said he wasn't going any further in their direction.
By this time it was late, cold & drizzly, with no lights anywhere & very few vehicles on the road. The vehicles that were on the road, were speeding by so fast that they couldn't see my mom & her friend until too late as it was dark with no lights.
It seemed like a pretty desperate situation, so they prayed & asked God to send an angel to help them. Right as the finished, a little Volkswagen Bug pulled up beside them & a little old man got out & asked them in German, "what are you two children of God doing out here? Get in & I'll take you to a better place". He drove them several miles down the road to a gas station & said, "here, you can ask the customers for a lift to where you need to go." They both climbed out of the car, & when they turned around to thank the man, he was gone! There was no way he could have driven away that fast & without them noticing, as they would have definitely heard his car leave or at least seen him driving down the road, as there were open fields around & they could see about a mile in both directions.
They could think of no logical explaination for it, but then they both remembered their prayer asking God to send an angel & He did!
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It was a hot, humid summer day in the Midwest & Brian stopped by his cousin's house to go swimming. He spent the morning there swimming & having fun with the rest of the family & left in the afternoon, reluctantly, to do his afternoon job of mowing lawns. That night he had a date with a girl who lived in the next town & as he drove home at the end of the evening, he noticed that the stars & moon had disappeared & an eerie stillness filled the air. The hot summer night seemed to have cast a spell over the entire countryside, everything was so still, & so black. Before going home, he decided to stop by his cousin's house & take a quick dip in the pool. It was late when he arrived, & the house was dark as everyone was in bed. He tiptoed quietly through the backyard & thought how good the cool water would feel. Brian climbed up on the diving board & stood, ready to dive into the pool, but as he paused & peered into the blackness beneath him, he saw a very strange sight. He saw a gleaming, brilliant glow in the shape of a cross. As he looked closer, to his astonishment, he saw that the figure was actually a glimmering angel with outstretched arms in the darkness below. His eyes, fastened on the silvery figure, he slowly climbed down the ladder of the diving board & came to the edge of the pool, kneeling down for a closer look & instantly, the shining figure was gone. And Brian found himself looking into a swimming pool without a drop of water in it.
The next day he discovered that his uncle had drained the pool in order to clean it, after the family had finished swimming that morning. This experience happened several years ago, & Brian is now a senior in college, but his heart is still filled with thanks to God every time he remembers that summer night, & the angel that saved his life.
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Many years ago, when I was a teenager, I am 58 years old now, I was living with my parents and had just gotten my license a few months back to drive a car. I didn't own a car but I would frequently drive over to the local Cumberland Farms store for items my mother needed as she did not drive. My father went to work in his truck leaving the family car at home.
The driveway was on the side of the house and I would walk out the side door of the house approaching the car from the front and to the drivers side door.
One day as I did this , got into the car as I had done many times before I heard a voice say to me as I put the key into the ignition, "look behind the car." I shook it off as something weird. I then put my hand on the key again and the voice said again a little stronger " look behind the car." I sat there a few seconds wondering what in the world was this and thought it was strange and silly. I shook it off again. Put my hand back on the key to start the car and again. This time this voice said in a very strong voice" LOOK BEHIND THE CAR!" I was surprised , thinking where is this message coming from, it is not me! I opened the door, I remember it so plain today, the feeling of, this is so silly. I got out of the car and walked a few feet to look expecting to see nothing. I looked and the impact of what I saw I was shocked!! There up against the bumper in the center of the back of the car was a little girl on a tiny tricycle. I started to tremble. I shook all over when I saw her.
I asked the little girl to go home with her tricycle . She lived next door to us. I really didn't see her often. She was usually with her mom inside and saw her when her mom went out. She couldn't have been any older than three years old. I walked her to her door and told her mother that she was behind the car in our driveway. I went home.
I was still shaking and went into the house to tell my mother about this strange event. I didn't go to the store. I was still shaken up by what could have happened if I had not listened to the voice.
Then after the shock wore off, which took a while, I was just was so thankful to the spirit guide Angel that talked to me and really got persistent to look behind the car. I am so glad I listened. I was just so shocked this had happened. That persistant voice from where ? It wasn't me. It was so different.
To this day I don't know if it was my Angel or hers. I believe it was the little girls Angel. All I know , Angels can intervene, not always, but in this situation one did.
I thank God that this Angel spirit was sent to protect the little girl and myself from what could have happened. Why? I still don't know . So many tragic things happen, Why did this voice save us and protect us from a tragic end?
I wear an Angel cameo on a necklace today, and often thank the spirit of this Angel that gave a warning so many years ago.
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