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Friday, August 9. 2013
Well, as close to an angel as I have ever identified.
Like most angels, she just looked like an ordinary middle-aged person. Unremarkable, unmemorable. Angels are simply messengers, aren't they? They aren't gods, and they don't have wings. The wings in angel images are symbols.
Tuesday morning at 10:30 I was sitting in the Maggie's HQ between meetings and conferences, with all doors and windows open to the soft summer breeze and enjoying a nice Partagas - I'm the boss so I do what I want - when I hear a knock on the open outside door. "Hello."
"Come on in," I say. "Pardon my cigar smoke. What can I do for you?"
"Nothing," she said tentatively. "I've never done anything like this before, but I felt had to. Are you (my name)? "Yes, I am. Who are you?" She gave her name to me.
I was pleasant, she was too. She said she hoped I did not mind, but the Lord had asked her twice, in prayer, to pray for me by name and to remind me that God loved me. She had no idea who I was, but googled my name, located me, and walked in my open door on the chance I would be there.
I told her that, far from intruding on me, she was like an angelic apparition. She had driven 20 miles to deliver me a message. I told her that I had lost both of my parents in the past few months, was grieving in my various ways but was not feeling disconnected from God.
She gave me a light hug, said "The Lord wants you to know that he loves you", and walked back out to her car. A silver Camry.
I told Mrs. BD that I had had a visitation from an angel. No, I am not insane. As I thought about it over the past couple of days, I began to realize that grief had indeed distanced me from God - not out of anger or anything stupid like that, but just by preoccupation with my own feelings, self-involvement.
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That's an amazing story.
How nice of her, and what a touching gesture.
Ihad one visit from an angel once. When you know, you know. It sounds trite, but thanks for sharing.
I hope you're finding some peace in this, BD. It's hard business, losing so much so suddenly.
BD, thank you for sharing this story. It must've felt strange at the time but nice at the same time and after.
Yes, the Lord works through through those who love Him, sometimes it is our turn to be angels for others, what a wonder it is to be chosen for that work. Peace to you and your family, BD
Yes. Not much else to say, because it is beyond words, but it is real. You and she were both blessed.
I lost both of my parents and a sister during one three-year period a long time ago. At the time I thought I was weathering it OK, but multiple waves of losses do something to you that's sometimes hard to see while you're busy being stoic and carrying on. Looking back, it's obvious the impact it was having on my reactions and decisions at the time.
It's good to hear you were able to accept your angel's kindness and caring. You're very much in the thoughts and prayers of your readers here.
Your experiences this year give new meaning to the term "empty nest"! Slow steps my friend. Slow steps up a bumpy trail to the top of a beautiful mountain. You'll get there--it just takes awhile and do not be surprised that these things are having an impact on you that you were not expecting. I am sure Mrs. BD will hold tight.
When you are at the top you will know in your hear AND your mind that there is more that we do not know about moving on.
Yes, it is time.
It is time to read or to re-read Mark Helprin's A Soldier of the Great War.
You know you know.
Self involvement, Yes, I make that mistake all the time. I have to constantly ask to be forgiven for that.
I love Partagas; I just finished my last Lusitanias, they make me feel like I'm in heaven.
I'm going to another box.
BD, if this 'angel' comes back looking for money or help or anything, she's cooking a scam. If she Googled you and found out you were grieving the loss of your parents and thought it would be cool to drop in and give you her message, well that's cool. If she just Googled you out of the blue, wow. Then it could be she's seen the obituaries, noted the proximity of your parents deaths and made you for a mark. Professional cons are an intense abuse of vulnerability. Please keep your head up.
Look. I know you're wicked smart and you've got it all over me in spades, most of the folks over here are, but that's not a good defense when you're vulnerable. Just watch out. Okay?
I'll say what surely others are thinking: its a creepy story. someone finds another's address on google and drives 20 miles to meet him and departs after a -- 30 second message? from God?
long con? be wary.
It was indeed an angel. God does love you. Simple. Never overthink these things. Thanks for sharing.
I expect more such visitations in the coming days... let's all pay attention!
That reporting on the 'mystery priest' incident is all over the map in the various outlets carrying the story. It's like a game of 'Broken Phone'.
BD there are some rare people that move on a different plane. So don't doubt the message. Even if the messenger eventually proves to be less than pure, sometimes truth comes from the mouths of babes and sometimes from fools.
You read the books your father read to connect to his mind. That's great. The mindstream doesn't die but with the body gone it's a lot harder to connect. Isn't that the crux of grief? So don't doubt the subtler experiences. Blessings to you. Now is the time to lean on your faith.
At my church, they mention names of the recently deceased. It's possible this woman has a similar thing happening at her church.
It could be that one name stuck in her mind. It happens - there was a fellow in our church who the boys remember to this day, simply because of the way his name was mentioned.
In having it stuck in her mind, she may have felt God was telling her to reach out. I know people like this, who feel God 'speaks' to them. It's and odd way of thinking about how your mind works, but hey, it's all good.
You're certainly right that if she suddenly shows up looking for cash, or an investment, or some other odd monetary need, then one has to take a step back and reassess the situation.
On the face of it, however, take what you get and make it work until the evidence says some other factors are coming in to play.
My bet? She's a woman who is somewhat lonely and feels the need to connect whenever she can, and her kind gestures are a means of reaching out. Nothing wrong with that, and if the timing is right it can be an uplifting experience.