Who Are Your Angels?

In less than 30 days I will be embarking on a grand adventure. I will be moving to a place I have never been before to live with virtual strangers. When I say 'virtual,' I mean that in the literal sense as it is used in today's vernacular.

I met a woman online at a popular game site and we became the best of friends in a very short time. Her story of helping young girls through Girl Scouts of America captured my heart. I have traveled with her as she and her troop have tried to raise funds for an upcoming trip by selling their ever-popular cookies.

But the greatest capturer of my heart is her 4-year-old granddaughter who is totally convinced that I am the Snow Fairy. We happened to have our first conversation on a day when it snowed in South Carolina. For whatever the reason, her granddaughter, Anna, believed I sent it to them. And so the saga has continued and brought delight into my heart.

The graciousness and extension of her hospitality has come at a critical time in my life. When God is good, He is very, VERY good. At first I thought she was kidding. But as she talked I knew she was serious. My only question then was, "Is she the crazy one for being so kind, or am I the crazy one for even considering it?"

We are getting past my skepticism and today I feel an excitement and anticipation that I haven't felt in a very long time. A housing crisis has forced me to make quick decisions. In those times I go within to examine probabilities, unforeseen advantages and disadvantages, and the ever-present motives. No matter what I do, I try to be sure that my motives are pure. That way there is little room for regrets.

When I awoke today and felt this excitement, I knew without a doubt that my motives (and hers) are as pure as the driven snow that Anna believes I can conjure up in the blink of an eye. My friends have been telling me that Granny is a Godsend, an angel sent to help me in this time of need.

Today... I accept that as Absolute Truth and I look forward to happy days spent with the new angels in my life. You too have angels. Enjoy them, embrace them, cherish them, love them.

Sending Angels

I had a crisis. I contacted friends in a panic. They sent angels to protect me and care for me. I now do the same for you. I'm sending angels your way. Call on them as needed.

To Reside in the Light

To reside in the light... It gives me visions of brightness and peace, hope and bliss. I wonder how it is sometimes, for the angels, that is.

What do they eat? Do they eat? Do they have families? Do they have specific jobs? Is there some sort of warfare going on outside our understanding and scope? Are they pure energy? Do they really dance on the point of needles?

There is so much in this world I have not seen, I never could understand. So for today I will just sit with my wondering. It gives my imagination fodder for other things and it lightens my soul, if even for a moment.

Once I Had An Angel

Yes, not so long ago I had an angel. His name was Barney. No wings will you see. Some come anonymously. But surely for me he was an angel.

Days slipped into weeks slipped into years and me and my angel lived happily ever after, as the old saying goes. I find myself missing him so very much today.

And so when I came across winged cats, I was astounded. I had never heard of such a thing. much less seen it. I know, I know. You think I've gone off the deep end, huh? Well I've included the pictures here for your perusal. Whether true or a figment of imagination, they are awesome in their own right.





This is my favorite picture of Barney. It was quite a job for him to maneuver into this window, but once he did it, there was no getting him out of it.



And now for the Angel Cats, or so I would like to call them. According to Wikipedia, there are three causes for wing-like appendages. None of the explanations account for angel status, but I can dream can't I?

One explanation is that it is simply matted fur due to poor grooming.

Secondly, there is a skin condition which causes elastic skin. It's called feline cutaneous asthenia. Winged cats that are due to FCA can often actively move their wings, suggesting the presence of neuromuscular tissue within the wings, which is not present within clumps of matted fur alone.

The third explanation is a form of conjoining or extra limbs. These non-functional or poorly functional extra limbs would be fur-covered and might resemble wings, in which the wings were shown to be supernumerary limbs.

Below you will find incredible pictures of the winged cats. Judge for yourself, and then ask, "Could it possibly be.....?"

Well Barney, you're not alone I see. Missing you my bestest Friend. Angel Kisses to you, Sweetie.

I'll bet you got your wings now!

Who Are These Angels?

From here the world looks peaceful and serene. It's difficult to believe we are at such odds with each other and nature. Yes, from this angel's eye view our whole perspective on our world can change.

Angels. I wonder where they are. I sometimes wonder IF they are. But then I come to my senses because I know they exist.

I doubt it's a new concept. Angels have been reported since the beginning of mankind itself. But most people choose to believe that if they haven't seen it with their own eyes, then surely it mustn't be true. But...




When I envision an angel, most times I see them as children. The purity and innocence of a child speaks volumes to the attributes of angels. I see them happy, joyous and free and forever in praise of All that is Good.




And within all that righteousness lies the wisdom of the ages. I'll bet is you got up really close to an angel and looked in their eyes that you would see how they could do all that they do. They are made of pure Love. And we, God's best creations, were given a power that even angels do not possess, the power to choose. Angels cannot even choose sin. The Love emanates from their whole being, especially their eyes.



Coming forth from their lips are sweet melodies and the breath of love. They know not how to do anything else.

I'd wager that if we hooked one of them up to an EKG machine that we would have proof that inside them beats a heart of True Love.

Their Love is so crystal clear and sparkling it's as if it were liquid raining down on us in our times of strife and worry.

Inside their heart is planted a rose to remind them of the beauty of all that is Good and Right. What possible bad thing could arise from such fertile Love?

They have sat in the Master's presence. He has warmed their souls and sent them on their way to do His bidding. They know the true value of Love. It's a funny thing though. Many don't even know they are angels.

So don't look Heaven-ward for angels. I believe they walk among us.

And if you're lucky enough to know one, on this special day bring them blue daisies that reflect the purity inside them.

And cookies in the shape of their hearts.

For if you know angels like I know angels... They will really appreciate them. So who are these angels?

I love you My Friends... You lift me up day by day. And I am forever grateful.

Angel of the Night

Sweet Angel of the Night creeps in throwing sleepy sand in our eyes helping us to drift off and rest. The sprinkles hit our eyelids and suddenly we yearn for slumber.

She hums a lullaby to soothe us and gently rubs our shoulders coaxing us into the welcoming darkness. There is nothing to fear as long as she is here. Nothing can harm us.

As we slowly release the day we feel a peace enfold us. Our dreams await beckoning to us to come and play. Our muscles relax and let go of the tension and stress.

And as we slide into the depths, we hold her hand as she guides us to the playground of the soul wherein lies our sense of childlike whimsy.

Pleasant Dreams!

Be Prepared

I sat in the silence. I like the silence. I dream my dreams and think about those I love. I pray for anyone who comes to mind. I review my days and determine how well I am choosing to live my life. As I sat there with my eyes closed my mind drifted from thought to thought, from distant memories to future hopes. And then it happened.

Between thoughts there was a space. And as the mind paused I felt the brush of angel wings on my cheek. I felt the corners of my mouth draw upward into a smile. I don't know who came to call. I only know that along with my mouth my heart smiled too. And as fast as it came, it left leaving an imprint on my soul.

You never know when they will come to visit. Be prepared! (Kisses to Girl Scout Troop 3285.)