I Asked for an Angel
I had been praying for the healing of a close relative throughout 1994. In November, an angel contacted me for the first time. She directed a thought to my mind: she was knitting a sweater for her wings! I laughed, as I wasn't thinking on my own and had no idea what was going on. Now I know that God has a sense of humor and that this was His way of getting my attention. A couple of days later, while getting out of bed, I said out loud, "Guardian angel, if you're really here, let me know." Immediately, I heard the sound of a door opening out in the hallway. Yet, when I looked at all the doors, none were open. While at the library one day, I checked out the book, Where Angels Walk, by the well-known author, Joan Wester Anderson. Her book is about true stories of heavenly visitors and I now own my own copy. On the morning of January 13, 1995, I was sitting on the side of my bed when these words were spoken to me, loud and clear in my mind: "We chose you." Shocked, all I said was, "Oh, my gosh, what am I chosen for?" Two days later, I turned on the TV to watch Robert Schuller of the Crystal Cathedral in Garden Grove, California. To my amazement, he said, "You have not chosen me, I chose you," quoting Jesus in John 15:16. I realized God had contacted me. Chills ran up and down my arms and legs and I cried! I phoned my neighbor, who holds prayer meetings in her home across the street from me and told her what happened. She asked me if I had a Bible and told me to look up the verse in the chapter of John. Another woman previously owned the Bible I had, and had written her name inside the cover and dated it October 1, 1952. As I read the scripture, a piece of paper fell out. On it the woman had written B. S. (Bible Study) John 15: 1-16, the same verse spoken to me. Jesus said, "I chose you," but the words spoken to me were "WE chose you." A friend of mine explained that "we" would be the Father, Son and Holy Spirit. I wrote a letter to Joan Wester Anderson, telling her of my experience and that I still didn't know why! was chosen. Her reply was "What a wonderful experience! I've noticed that God often sends the same message, several times, so we'll be sure it was from Him. And don't worry-He'll let you know the answers to all your questions when the time is right." I have read all of Joan's best-selling books about people's experience with angels, heaven and miraculous events. She is truly a knowledgeable and gifted author. For three and a half years, I have shared my experience, no matter how silly it sounded, about the angel knitting a sweater for her wings. (After all, God wants us to laugh!) I continued to read the Bible and attended weekly prayer meetings. I am a porcelain artist and one day while china painting and praying to God, I said, "You made me an artist. I've been painting angels appearing on Christmas cards and other greeting cards. I need a new idea of an angel to paint." A few weeks later, on August 16, 1998, after leaving church fellowship with my four-year-old granddaughter and her dad, angels in cloud form appeared in the bright blue sky. We were the only ones leaving the church at the time. I drove home to get my camera to go back to the church to photograph the angels, only to discover they had followed us home! The angels settled above the home where I attended prayer meetings. I took the photo from my driveway. After the film was developed, I remembered asking God for an angel to paint. I painted a porcelain pin pendant for Joan Wester Anderson and for myself, from the photo of the angels. She wears hers to her book signings. "All things are possible to him who believes" (Mark 9:23). In October of 1998, I went to Florida, to meet my sister and her young children who flew in from Georgia. We visited our dear 82-year-old mother who has two debilitating illnesses: Alzheimer's and Parkinson's disease. Mother would look at her two granddaughters, age two and four and cry. She didn't converse at all, which broke our hearts, as she had been so outgoing and beautiful before she became ill. Three days later, my sister had to go back home after visiting our mother twice. I stayed on with a cousin for my remaining time in Florida. I put the photo of the angels in a brass frame on Mother's dresser. The last time my cousin and I visited Mother in the nursing home, I showed her the photo of the angels. I said, "Mama, I took this photo of angels; they are real angels!" She stared at the photo and said, 'They are!" Those were the only words she spoke during the two weeks I was there. I left Florida with peace of mind, knowing God's angels would watch over my mother. My sister phoned me after I got home from Florida. I told her about our mother speaking when I showed her the picture of the angels. I said, "See, honey, God sent his angels for several reasons, and one was so Mother would speak." We both cried over the special gift given to us by our Father in heaven. *** For a long time I did not know what the long tall cloud next to the large angel meant. People who I showed the picture would often ask me and my answer had been that it was just extra cloud that God didn't need after he made the angels. One day a writer who was doing research came across my sight and sent me an email explaining that it must be a paintbrush. I then understood, it is like a paintbrush making a finishing touch on the angel, and God's message makes perfect sense! The writer's name is Seth White and he said that when he laid down the night he emailed me, as soon as his head hit the pillow and he closed his eyes he heard a voice say "Thank you for completing me." I asked for an angel. He heard my prayer and angels in cloud form were sent to me to photograph and paint. I was chosen to glorify God with this gift He gave me. Thank you, Father. You are an awesome God! |
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