Angels have been a very rare species on earth, however, if we call them to us, they will come. I know that for a fact! There have been times when there were so many around that I could hardly hear myself think. Many were trying to get me to listen, and some were trying to hear me.
Now, I am a practical person, anyway I always use to be, until about 10 years ago. Back in 1990, my husband died suddenly, and I was left alone. He was not only my husband, but my very best friend or as he use to say, "my bestest friend". We had been married for 26 years and I say, that he raised me as one of his children at times. I was very young and far away from home when I met him.
Jim was dashing, handsome and very intellegent. He was a walking encyclopedia, as you can tell by my spelling, I was not.. I would say, what is this word and he knew how to pronounce it , spell it and tell me what the origin of the root all so I would understand it. He could add a column of numbers in no time flat. He had a wide base of knowledge and an ethical standard that would scare young people today. His two sons are almost there but they still have some work to do.
Anyway, back to so rare and angels!
After Jim died, I was alone a lot. I talked to myself, but most of all I cried and pondered the reason for his, what I thought,was untimely, death. An answer always the same kept coming to me and that was; "No body dies before their time" and "It will be OK!" The voice was always kind and gentle. Sometimes, it sounded like Jim and sometimes it sounded like a young woman's voice. At first I thought I was insane. Then, I knew I was. But, the voice was there encouraging me to continue, to keep searching for answers, so I began to read, and I began to question, not death, but life.
What was our purpose? Why were we here? How about all the pain? If there a god? Is there eternal life? What about religion? Are there angels? Is there a devil? Are we really sinners? If we are really sinners, why doesn't God, just get rid of all of us and start over again?
So rare and fine were the answers that in the middle of the night or the heat of the mid-afternoon, I would have to stop and listen for the answer.
One very hot day in late July, right around the time of the anniversary of our first meeting, I decided to walk to the church which is an adjoining property to ours to say the Rosary. Now, it was 3:00 in the afternoon and nobody was around. I took my rosary and went to the front door of the church, only to find it locked so tight that even God couldn't get in or out! As I turn to go back home, I started to cry and then the voice came very clearly from the young woman, "fear not, for I bring you news".
"News?" I said, I thought it was "good tidings of great joy!
"Perhaps it will be great joy, perhaps it will be just news", she answered.
"This is almost the 21st century you know and the language has changed somewhat", she chuckled.
Now, this was not a voice in my head for sure, I know that.
Then she said, "God loves you!" "I love you!" "And, you can say the rosary, anywhere you want to say it and it counts just as much, maybe even more!" " Say it if you want to" "Don't say it, it really doesn't matter, God still loves you". "And I love you!"
Well, that conversation changed my life. Now I am not saying that everything went smoothly after that, I am saying my life changed. Hardships came and hardships went, but I went on and on and on. I look at things differently now! I am more confident. I am more caring. I am more flexible. But most of all, I am more loving. No I am not a saint, but I am loved. No, I am not perfect, I still make my mistakes, but now I learn from them. Everyone has a right to be loved and this angel or Mary, or whoever the voice was made me look at life and death differently and it made me look at others differently. And I guess that is why I am writing my story for others to read.
It happened to me and it helped. It can happen to you and it can help.
GOD LOVES YOU AND SO DO I...........
