"I wish I could see the angels"

David, you and I have very different ways of approaching spiritual matters and religion. I don't share your beliefs. That said: You convey the state of your daughter and the Presence, (which I am familiar with), very effectively. I get the role of religion in your life, and the picture you paint in this short narrative hits the right emotional buttons, (not sentimental syrup, preachy or packaged testimonial.) Your religious practice is obviously the anchor and it shapes your family. This is the fruit of a way that works for you, and it is good. Like I said, our approaches are different. It is as though we are climbing a mountain and I see your family as a group ascending a difficult path successfully. You have great climbing gear, and despite some less than perfect footings have a natural affinity for the task, a cautious confidence, not in your skill but in the fact that you will reach the summit. Many people find terribly difficult paths and use extremely unorthodox gear. In fact, they often use the gear they have in terribly inappropriate ways. It leaves me shaking my head, because I know that they will face terrible challenges and may fall a few times, (and mighty painfully too), before learning a less dangerous, painful and scary way. It also makes it difficult to see the awe that grants one when from time to time a glimpse of the summit shines through the surrounding clouds.

Thanks for sharing David.

Angels are like love. You can't see it, but you know when it's there

David, your wonderful story reminds me of another:

I once heard broadcaster Pat Summerall tell the story of the moment he knew he had an alcohol problem. He had arrived a day early to broadcast a golf tournament. He stopped at a liquor store and bought a pantry full of booze on the way from the airport to his tournament rental house. That night he drunk himself to sleep, alone in the house. In the night, he awoke and went to the restroom. He turned on the light and turned and looked at himself in the bathroom mirror. Summerall says that, at that moment, the lights suddenly became more intense, and he saw himself in more complete focus than he's ever seen himself -- before or since. He felt like he was being revealed to himself, and he didn't like what he saw.

After that golf tournament, he immediately checked into a rehab center. Maybe a year later, he was at a speaking engagement in Dallas. He told this story. When he finished the speech and the audience scattered, a man came up to Summerall. It was Tom Landry. Landry asked Summerall if he knew who had affected the light in that bathroom. Pat didn't know. Landry's opinion was that it was the work of angels.

That put Summerall on a trajectory to becoming a Christian. Which he later did become.

I'm somewhat like this sweet child and I'm in my 40s,and I have send an angel or 2 when my grandmother,and my dad died just within a few months apart,and I can truthfully say I do belief that ANGELS do and are amungest us and guides all of us. So to let Livvy know when the time comes she will see a few ANGELS and it will be just us beuitiful for her as it was me and others before her

Several years ago I was terribly worried about my daughter-in-law & in the night an angel came to me & told me not to worry, that she would be alright, so I stopped worrying about her & she lived a long time after that before she died a couple of years ago.

Four days after My Beloved Mother passed, in the early morning hours, I could not sleep and was staring at the ceiling, when a light mist appeared, then a lighted Angel. It was twinkling so bright for about a minute, then to the right of her was a dove, then they both disappeared into thin air. I feel that was my Mom thanking me for taking care of her and that she was just fine on the other side.

god sends angels down in different ways also,this gentalman cam to me and told me he was hungry,i had just bought breafast so all i said i'm sorry this is all i got he had a sausage sandwich and a drink, i was going into a store he told me bless me when i turned back around just like a sec. later he was gone,i felt so good but that man was no where around.bless god for testing me with his angels

My son and his new bride lived in a two story house, adjacent to the landlord's house on an avocado farm in Calif. He said he kept hearing noises on the roof, like someone very heavy was landing and then pacing all of one evening. My son watched from upstairs, as a group of young men in a variety of clothing styles stood in a circle around Steven, the landlord's son. Steven was out in the middle of the driveway, working on his motorized mini-motorcycle. He was meeting his teenage buddies the next morning to go riding through the groves. My son said the young men stood around Steven, talking to each other, but not to Steven until nearly midnight. My son noted that was unusual because all the young men were a different race than Steven, and he usually only had friends within his racial group. My son and his wife went on to bed, tho the young men still were in a circle around Steven who seemed to be unaware of their presence. The chattering of the circle of young men kept my son awake for quite a while. The next day my son asked Steven's father who that group was the night before out with Steven. The father said there had been no one out there with Steven, he was alone. Then the father said that when Steven went out riding in the avocado groves with his friends that morning, that he hit a low hanging wire at a fast rate of speed and was decapitated. I think that angels came early and were waiting to take Steven away.

I've had several small instances but the one I like to tell the most is: One day I was behind an unusually slow driver who was making me crazy. I was thinking 'I can't take much more of this,' and looked to see if I could get into the left lane. A woman's voice came to me and said, "No, stay where you are." Within seconds, there was a rear-end collision in the left lane. It would have been me had I changed lanes as I had wanted.

Hello Everybody, I read it from all of you. I like your Good Stories. I am impressed.

Yes, I always believe in the Real Good Angels..over the world. I love the Real Good Angels and God..too. They are in my Heart Forever. I always pray all the time..forever..in my Whole Life. I know The Good Angels are here with me. I have Faith in the Good Angels..Forever. I wish I could see the Real Good Angels. They know How I feel.

I am blessed by God. that's all.

God Bless You.. I love you...Everyone.

Everybody, Good Luck.

From Good Friend

I HAVE SEEN ANGELS, ONCE WHEN I WAS A CHILD, AND ONCE WHEN I WAS TAKING CARE OF SOMEONE I LOVED VERY MUCH AND I WAS WATCHING HIM DIE. I THINK YOU SEE ANGELS WHEN YOU HAVE TO. BUT I FEEL THE ENGERIES ALMOST ALL THE TIME, SOME ARE NOT GOOD. SO FAR I HAVE FOUND THE TRICK IS TO STAND YOU GROUND AND IF IT DOES'T FEEL GOOD TELL IT (THEM) TO LEAVE YOU ALONG AND THAT YOU MEAN NOW.

my daughter chelsea mcallister was shot by a sawed off shot gun in the face,and her sister came from outside into the livingroom where she was and saw her sister chelsea standing..ashley never saw her face with blood on it,she did see it on the floor ..I believe god protected ashley from seeing her sister like this.even though i am still in pain over loosing chelsea i believe god was with her that night.I latter prayed that god would tell me if shes ok and about six months latter i heard god say to me i have her....it was such comfort but still it hurts so bad without chels....diane