Saved By An Angel

From: Barbara Merrell BMerr586@AOL.com
Story type: Angel
Location: North Carolina 

Several years ago I was driving on a four-lane highway. It was quite a dreary, foggy night. My son was in the front in a car seat beside me. I had just passed a rather slow driver and was still in the passing lane. Suddenly, there was a LOUD voice screaming my name. BARBARA!!! MOVE OVER

Name:            Elizabeth Shanker
Email:           elizabeth_shanker@hotmail.com
Location:        San Deigo
Title:           Angels Among Us
Type:            Angel
Date:            Sunday, July 02, 2000
Time:            07:21 PM

I never believed in Angels. I believe in Heaven, & God. The day I started Believing in Angels, is the day I won't forget.

My Grandpa & Grandma had taken me to Sunny San Diego for the weekend, & told me to swim in the ocean & have a good time, & they'll be right back. I was 10 & I knew I could handle myself. The beach was almost empty except for an elderly couple.

I started swimming & I didn't realize how far I had gotten. I got pulled under the water, & couldn't get out. I screamed for help, but the couple had left. I was in an ocean, which seemed like it NEVER came to an end, alone. I tried to swim in, but it was no use. I was going to die. I looked up & said, "God help me!!!"

I don't remember getting to shore, but suddenly I was on my towel, and coughing. The beach was recently raked, because it was early in the morning, & I saw no footprints. I started asking myself if I was day-dreaming, & my Grandparents returned.

They asked me what I needed so urgently, & why it couldn't wait. They said I called there cell, & said help I need help. I told them I never called, but they didn't believe me. I decided to go back swimming, when I got to the edge of the water, and saw an Angel drawing. >i< Sort of like that.
I looked to the Heaven's and thanked my God for saving my life.

From: JOHN G.F.CLEMENT JFurlonger@aol.com
Story type: Angel

Location: LONDON (Heathrow Airport)

Thank God for Angels!

From: Kathy Brown brownt@logan.net
Story type: Angel
Location: LaRue, Ohio

Yes! It was the day I was waiting for, the day of freedom ---my high school graduation. After the ceremonies, I decided to "celebrate" on this dark warm summer night with a group of fellow graduates for a party around a bonfire. We talked and laughed and dreamed of the future and college. It was getting late and it was way past my curfew. I knew my parents would NOT be happy and I was at least 20 minutes away from home. Fortunately, I had my parent's car with V6 power---I could fly home.

True Angel Story

From: jrbohe jrbohe@electricpublishing.com
Subject: True angel story

This is a true story that occurred in 1994 and is told by Lloyd Glen: Throughout our lives we are blessed with spiritual experiences, some of which are very sacred and confidential, and others, although sacred, are meant to be shared.

Last summer my family had a spiritual experience that had a lasting and profound impact on us, one we feel must be shared. It's a message of love.

It's a message of regaining perspective, and restoring proper balance and renewing priorities. In humility, I pray that I might, in relating this story, give you a gift my little son, Brian, gave our family one summer day last year.

On July 22nd I was enroute to Washington DC for a business trip. It was all so very ordinary, until we landed in Denver for a plane change. As I collected my belongings from the overhead bin, an announcement was made for Mr. Lloyd Glenn to see the United Customer Service Representative immediately.

I thought nothing of it until I reached the door to leave the plane and I heard a gentleman asking every male if they were Mr. Glenn. At this point I knew something was wrong and my heart sunk. When I got off the plane a solemn faced young man came toward me and said, "Mr. Glenn, there is an emergency at your home. I do not know what the emergency is, or who is involved, but I will take you to the phone so you can call the hospital."

My heart was now pounding, but the will to be calm took over. Woodenly, I followed this stranger to the distant telephone where I called the number he gave me for the Mission Hospital. My call was put through to the trauma center where I learned that my three-year-old son had been trapped underneath the automatic garage door for several minutes, and that when my wife had found him he was dead. CPR had been performed by a neighbor, who is a doctor, and the paramedics had continued the treatment as Brian was transported to the hospital.

By the time of my call, Brian was revived and they believed he would live, but they did not know how much damage had been done to his brain, nor to his heart. They explained that the door had completely closed on his little sternum right over his heart. He had been severely crushed. After speaking with the medical staff, my wife sounded worried but not hysterical, and I took comfort in her calmness.

The return flight seemed to last forever, but finally I arrived at the hospital six hours after the garage door had come down. When I walked into the intensive care unit, nothing could have prepared me to see my little son laying so still on a great big bed with tubes and monitors everywhere. He was on a respirator. I glanced at my wife who stood and tried to give me a reassuring smile. It all seemed like terrible dream.

I was filled-in with the details and given a guarded prognosis. Brian was going to live, and the preliminary tests indicated that his heart was OK, two miracles in and of themselves. But only time would tell if his brain received any damage.

Throughout the seemingly endless hours, my wife was calm. She felt that Brian would eventually be all right. I hung on to her words and faith like a lifeline. All that night and the next day Brian remained unconscious.

It seemed like forever since I had left for my business trip the day before. Finally at two o'clock that afternoon, our son regained consciousness and sat up uttering the most beautiful words I have ever heard spoken. He said, "Daddy hold me" and he reached for me with his little arms.

[TEAR BREAK...smile]

By the next day he was pronounced as having no neurological or physical deficits, and the story of his miraculous survival spread throughout the hospital. You cannot imagine our gratitude and joy. As we took Brian home we felt a unique reverence for the life and love of our Heavenly Father that comes to those who brush death so closely.

In the days that followed there was a special spirit about our home. Our two older children were much closer to their little brother. My wife and I were much closer to each other, and all of us were very close as a whole family. Life took on a less stressful pace. Perspective seemed to be more focused, and balance much easier to gain and maintain.

We felt deeply blessed. Our gratitude was truly profound.

The story is not over (smile)!

Almost a month later to the day of the accident, Brian awoke from his afternoon nap and said, "Sit down mommy. I have something to tell you." At this time in his life, Brian usually spoke in small phrases, so to say a large sentence surprised my wife. She sat down with him on his bed and he began his sacred and remarkable story.

"Do you remember when I got stuck under the garage door? Well it was so heavy and it hurt really bad. I called to you, but you couldn't hear me. I started to cry, but then it hurt too bad. And then the birdies' came".

"The birdies?" my wife asked puzzled. "Yes," he replied. "The birdies made a whooshing sound and flew into the garage. They took care of me."

"They did?"

"Yes" he said. "One of the birdies came and got you. She came to tell you I got stuck under the door." A sweet reverent feeling filled the room. The spirit was so strong and yet lighter than air.

My wife realized that a three-year-old had no concept of death and spirits, so he was referring to the beings who came to him from beyond as "birdies" because they were up in the air like birds that fly.

"What did the birdies look like?" she asked. Brian answered, "They were so beautiful. They were dressed in white, all white. Some of them had green and white. But some of them had on just white."

"Did they say anything?"

"Yes" he answered. "They told me the baby would be alright."

"The baby?" my wife asked confused. Brian answered. "The baby laying on the garage floor." He went on, "You came out and opened the garage door and ran to the baby. You told the baby to stay and not leave."

My wife nearly collapsed upon hearing this, for she had indeed gone and knelt beside Brian's body and seeing his crushed chest and recognizable features, knowing he was already dead, she looked up around her and whispered, "Don't leave us Brian, please stay if you can." As she listened to Brian telling her the words she had spoken, she realized that the spirit had left his body and was looking down from above on this little lifeless form. "Then what happened?" she asked.

"We went on a trip." He said, "far, far away."

He grew agitated trying to say the things he didn't seem to have the words for. My wife tried to calm and comfort him, and let him know it would be okay. He struggled with wanting to tell something that obviously was very important to him, but finding the words was difficult.

"We flew so fast up in the air. They're so pretty Mommy." he added. "And there is lots and lots of birdies." My wife was stunned. Into her mind the sweet comforting spirit enveloped her more soundly, but with an urgency she had never before known.

Brian went on to tell her that the "birdies" had told him that he had to come back and tell everyone about the "birdies". He said they brought him back to the house and that a big fire truck, and an ambulance were there. A man was bringing the baby out on a white bed and he tried to tell the man that the baby would be okay, but the man couldn't hear him. He said the birdies told him he had to go with the ambulance, but they would be near him. He said, they were so pretty and so peaceful, and he didn't want to come back.

Then the bright light came. He said that the light was so bright and so warm, and he loved the bright light so much. Someone was in the bright light and put their arms around him, and told him, "I love you but you have to go back. You have to play baseball, and tell everyone about the birdies". Then the person in the bright light kissed him and waved bye-bye. Then whoosh, the big sound came and they went into the clouds.

The story went on for an hour. He taught us that "birdies" were always with us, but we don't see them because we look with our eyes and we don't hear them because we listen with our ears. But they are always there, you can only see them in here (he put his hand over his heart).

They whisper the things to Help us to do what is right because they love us so much. Brian continued, stating, "I have a plan, Mommy. You have a plan. Daddy has a plan. Everyone has a plan. We must all live our plan and keep our promises. The birdies help us to do that cause they love us so much."

In the weeks that followed, he often came to us and told all, or part of it again and again. Always the story remained the same. The details were never changed or out of order. A few times he added further bits of information and clarified the message he had already delivered. It never ceased to amaze us how he could tell such detail and speak beyond his ability when he spoke of his Birdies". Everywhere he went, he told strangers about the "birdies". Surprisingly, no one ever looked at him strangely when he did this. Rather, they always got a softened look on their face and smiled.

Needless to say, we have not been the same ever since that day, and I pray we never will be. An Angel To Watch over You

Yesterday is history.
Tomorrow a mystery.
Today is a gift.
That's why it's called the present!

live and savor every moment.....this is not a dress rehearsal!

From: Laura Placeres-Angeljoy Publishing
lplaceres@pri-mail.com
Story type: Angel

Location: Florida

One evening while my friend Ann was assisting with a school function, an elderly woman whom she didn't know, walked up to her with a smile. She told Ann that just the evening before, she had seen an angel. Ann is a member of our angel group, but had no idea why this woman was sharing her story with her.

The old woman had been shopping in a large discount store and was leaving to go to her car. as she walked up to her car, a very large threatening lady came up right next to her. She told the elderly woman to give her money. Of course, the elderly woman was terrified. She didn't know what to do, and explained, "How much do you want?" The threatening woman told her to give her everything, and glared at her harshly.

At this point, the elderly woman was feeling very protective of her belongings and was about to say NO!. Out of the blue, a very tall, well built man appeared at the scene. He looked menacingly at the large woman and said, "Leave,Go away, Don't ever bother this woman again!" The cruel woman looked shocked and fearful and began walking as fast as she could from the stranger.

The old woman watched as the frightened lady scurried away. When she turned back around to thank the stranger, he was no where to be seen. She scoured the parking lot, looking for him, but there were cars or people around.... he simply wasn't there. She paused, feeling shaky and relieved, but a little bewildered about the stranger. Who was he and where did he come from? Where was he now? Why, he must have been an angel, her guardian angel, come to help her when she needed him most. Thank the Lord for His messenger's intervention when her life was in danger. As she ended the story, Ann was almost speechless. She escorted the elderly woman to a seat for the occassion, and mused on the "coincidence" of this women telling HER about this incident. It is wonderful to experience the workings of God in other people's lives, knowing that everything happens for a reason. And knowing that sharing that experience will change other people's lives also, is very rewarding.

Angels

From: latana@sagelink.net
Story type: Angel

Location: Kalispell, Montana

There have been several encounters both good and evil in the last few years. The one I would like to share at this time was the first time I saw angels.

I was living in Kalispell, Montana. I had been attending a church there and had become involved in intercessory prayer. Praying for the needs of others to be met, whether it be healing, a job, or any prayer they were asking for. There was a group of us we met each Tuesday evening at 7:00 p.m. It had been brought to the attention of all of us that a group of Phillipino Healers as they called themselves were coming into the valley. We were praying that God would put His angels about the valley to protect His people from harm or deceit.

We had all joined hands and started to pray when I was taken in spirit form to the outer edge of town. I was standing alongside of the main road, Hwy 2, going out of town headed West to Libby, Montana. As I was standing there a large Semi Truck-Trailer came by me headed east into town. I felt within my spirit that no one could go into or out of town and not be touched in a supernatural way.

Kalispell lays at the base of the Rocky Mountains about 65 miles South of the Canadian line. As I stood there watching the truck go on down the road I looked over at the mountains and there were several clusters of 5-7 huge beings all around the valley. They were every bit as tall as the mountains and they were kind of silver in color and transparent, as I could see the mountains through them. They were moving around as if talking to one another.

At that moment I was brought back to the presence of the group. They were just finishing up their prayer for God to protect His people. I thought at first I might be loosing it. But there was the strongest feeling of importance to share what I had just seen. I told the group after they had prayed for some others that I felt strongly I need to share something and told them what I had seen.

The Assistant pastor's wife was setting on my left side and after I had completed sharing the vision she stated excitedly, "Praise God, we have, ever since starting OFC (Overcoming Faith Center) prayed that God would encamp His angels about the valley. You have confirmed that those prayers are answered."

I had no knowledge of that prayer before as I had just joined the church and intercessor group. I welcome comments, question or discussion, I am in no way selling anything or making any money from my experiences.

Latana

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