David and I watched from our large picture window as an unfamiliar car, then another and another drove down our driveway. All the vehicles were black or dark blue.
"What is this?" I asked my husband.
Together, as if directed, they opened their doors and walked toward our house. The women wore long dresses that fell to their ankles--many having been made from the same bolt of cotton. Bonnets adorned their tightly bunned hair. Makeup--there was none. Their shoes were thick-soled and black. The men wore buttoned-down shirts in light blues and whites, dark pants--some with suspenders-- dark heavy-soled shoes. Smiles covered their faces. I knew no one.
By this time, David and I were out on the driveway. We sat on an outdoor bench as these twenty-seven angels sang hymns to us--one after another--for 45 minutes. We did not tire of it. Genuine caring lit their faces; they sang from their hearts.
June 15, 2013
David prayed for guidance, strength in healing, and answers.
So many days in the hospital; so much had happened --cancer surgery, possible bowel obstruction, pneumonia, bacterial infection, and a disease flare.
As he prayed, he remembered his parents--his mother, Roberta, and his father, Eugene Stauffer.
Were they somehow watching over him from this place called heaven?
June 16, Father's Day:
My husband lay in a hospital bed in an otherwise empty room when he heard a light tap on the door.
"Come in," he murmured--thinking the person to be a nurse to take vitals or perhaps the attendant responsible for the blood draw.
Instead, a stranger, a man dressed in plain clothes, entered the room with his hand extended.
"Are you David?" he asked.
"Yes, I am," David responded and wondered."I'm Eugene Stauffer."
How is possible that someone
name Eugene Stauffer
just happened to visit
David on Father's Day.
A man with the same name as
his father.
They visited for a couple of hours.
David hasn't shared what they spoke of.
But, I know it's a God thing.
How often do we attribute miracles
to luck
or simple circumstances?
When we know better.
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| We are each of us angels with only one wing, and we can only fly by embracing one another. | Luciano de Crescenzo |
Have you every received a call, a text, a letter from someone at a crucial moment?
Have you ever just happened to run into someone who said something you needed to hear--perhaps someone you had not heard from in a long time.
Luck?
Circumstance?
A God thing?
Recently I've been learning that life comes down to this:
God is in everything. Regardless of what difficulties I am experiencing at the moment, or what things aren't as we would like them to be, I look at the circumstances and say, "Lord, what are you trying to teach me?"
Catherine Marshall
365 Daily Devotions for Women
Hebrews 1:14
Are not all angels ministering spirits sent to serve those who will inherit salvation?
May you recognize the angels in your life and praise God.
May you be someone's angel this week...and praise God.
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