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Tragic Deaths in Connecticut of Young Children and Educators, Where Were the Angels?

     Today in the United States, in a small northeastern state,Connecticut, a terrible event took place. A deranged gunman (he’d have to be deranged in my mind, to do what he did!) killed his mother at home, then apparently proceeded to the elementary school where she was a teacher, and shot and killed 20 children, ages 5 -10, and six adults! He then killed himself before the police could even get to him! 
       Like almost everyone I talked to, I was in shock at the horror of this–at the pain for these parents who sent their children off to school this morning never dreaming they’d seen and hugged them for the last time! 
      I found myself overwhelmed with emotion and had to turn off the television news at one point, afraid I would have a heart attack if I watched more! I cried, but nothing like those mothers, fathers, and siblings did I’m sure! But what surprised me was how angry I got! I was angry at the angels and God! I thought, “Where were you!?  Why didn’t you protect those children?!!  Here I am writing, advocating on your behalf, and now …do you exist or not?!  Good Lord, how could you have let this happen?”  The Lord will have to forgive me, well, I hope he will, because he designed me!  I was mad and I was taking it out on Him and the angels! 
    There was a selfish side to this, it certainly made my experiences look trite I thought, or maybe false, if these children, and others could be so brutally murdered at such a young age! 
    We all know that many people don’t believe in angels anyway. For that matter, many people don’t believe in God. I do, and I still do of course, but I dont’ understand! Not that we were meant to. We know God is awesome, that his abilities to create are so beyond our knowledge and even our ability to imagine! 
    In looking for help coping with my emotions, I did many things! I called my daughter and talked to my own five year old grandson. It was irrational, but I just had to know he and Katy,age one, were all right! Of course they were, and it helped calm me. I wished I could hug them. I talked to good friends and family, in the neighborhood, on facebook, and on the phone! Sharing relieved some of the stress and I began to regain my perspective.  But I knew the parents of the kids couldn’t do that so easily. I knew it would  be months, years even, before they regained any perspective probably. I wondered if I should continue posting the angel stories I believed in so much, and want to share with you. It seemed almost mean to say, my angel saved me, if the angels didn’t save those innocent little children! I’ve always thought it is wrong to say, “But for the grace of God, I would be dead from that car accident!” or whatever befalls us. If we are alive by the grace of God, then that implies that those who die in automobile accidents, fires, bombs, whatever, don’t receive the Grace of God! I do NOT believe that!  If the angels saved me and my daughter, why would they do that and not save those precious children!? Why? 

      I know lots of the reasons Christians, Jews, and other people of faith, explain tragedy. My first introduction to some of this thinking came about 1981 when Rabbi Harold Kushner first came out with his now famous book (and still available) When Bad Things Happen to Good People”.  That book was very influential for me at that time as I was searching. My mother had died recently, we had moved out of state, I had become an elder in my church, and as a counselor, I also led workshops among other things, for women seeking a stronger relationship with God through prayer. Some people say God sends us to fulfill a certain role in this world, to be the homeless drunk sitting on the corner, to be the child who dies young. The idea is that it is supposed to teach the rest of us a lesson in sympathy, charity, protectiveness…who knows?  Some experts even say that we volunteer to serve God by accepting these tragic roles, we just forget during the birthing process. That’s actually a pretty  interesting concept to put some thought and study into.  
    There is another common “expert” concept that I have often read, and that is that at the moment of impact, the moment we die, we do not feel pain. I have read time and time again that our soul, our life energy, is immediately surrounded by white light, and angels of such intense and pure love, that we cannot imagine. On a day like today, that is at least a little comforting. If you have ever read The Shack by William Paul Young, you know the all encompassing love I’m talking about! I had never felt so loved as I did by my angels and God when I finished reading that book! 

      On facebook today, a police officer from Memphis, Tennessee posted a very  interesting poster and comment. He told us that his coworker, a woman police officer, died this morning also, violently, about an hour before the children. He said she was a nurturing soul, and he  wondered if she’d been called home to
be there for the children, to welcome them, to hug them, and to help them feel safe.Wow, that’s pretty powerful stuff!                 
 Who knows, only God.
     As great as all of these ideas are, and I do believe they, or parts of each, are true,  but most scientists would not believe! They want proof! Who can prove an intanagible belief? No one, but you know what? That no longer bothers me. For I believe, I have faith beyond measure, and I know what I experience is true. I just don’t know why it doesn’t happen to everyone! And it pains me–my heart aches for all the children and the adults killed today! When I get to heaven, I’m going to ask God,”why”, first thing!  (I talk a good story, I’m sure I’d be quaking in my boots, all meek and mild, at first!)
     What am I saying? Only that today has been a tragic day in the United States! I am so glad to see our President Obama  trying to bring the country together to console these families. Nothing and no one can help them tonight of course, but he helped me, and I am thankful.  Have I lost my faith in God, heaven’s no!  Have I lost my faith in angels, not even that, although it shook and quaked this morning!  I do not understand, but I am not meant to, we live in God’s design, according to His plan. I am a living example of that myself. Doctors at Duke University Medical Center said I could not live more than 5 years or so with the condition of my heart. It will have been 14 years soon! God’s time, God’s plan. Do you believe it? I’d like to know. Please leave a comment and share your thoughts.



The Royal Red Divas Party with Angels

The Royal Red Divas Party with Angels!

      This past Monday night, the Royal Divas of the Red Hat Society got together for their annual Christmas party! We went to a local restaurant that provided us with a private room in which to party.  We never said we were the angels! LOL   We did have some serious contemplation time as one of our members, Countess Regina, sang an inspiring rendition of “Angels We Have Heard On High”!  Her chorus of “glo.o..o..o..o…or ia, in excelsis deo!” just sent shivers up my spine!
    One of our pink hatters, Princess Sweet Melody, performed an interpretive dance to “I Am Your Angel” by Celine Dion.  She was dressed like an angel, complete with wings and halo, and we began to feel the spiritual presence of the heavenly beings as our own angel swayed to the music and floated across the room! 
     Besides the special music, different members had brought angel figurines 
from their own collections, so that we had a choir of angels represented in front of us at all times!  Just to take us over the top in atmosphere,Princess Sweet Melody had put together a music video that ran in the background between other presentations, giving us grand, breathtaking scenes of angels, clouds, mountains and oceans along with awe inspiring music ! 

                                Our hostess, Countess                                          Adairess presented a short seminar about angels and read some Bible scripture to help us remember the important role angels played in the Bible, and surrounding the birth of Jesus. By then we were immersed in and among our angels, and many of us were ready to share our personal angel experiences. I plan to share some of those with you in the next few days leading up to Christmas.   Lady Diamond shared my story for me…found previously in this blog, entitled “The Day an Angel Saved my Daughter’s and My Life”. I couldn’t share it myself, because I still cry when I think of how afraid I was that day! As well, Lady Diamond is such an incredibly talented story teller, that she had every one of us perched on the edge of our seat in anticipation of what would happen!  She told one of her own amazing encounters also! Baroness BeautifulBreezy Beverly shared how angels had been a part of her life, all of her life, since she had fist seen and talked with them around age three! I am hoping she will share her own story here as a guest author, but if not she has said I may share it. You can well imagine that by this time, we were feeling very spiritual and serene.

      However, even Psalms 100 reminds us to “Make a joyful noise unto the Lord…serve the Lord with gladness and come before his presence with singing. (King James Version) We were at our Red Hatters’ Christmas party after all! And we are probably more often known for being a bit naughty! Acting silly, remembering to play! So we reached inside, called out our baby angels, and revved it up!   Our videos followed suit as they magically changed to “I want a hippopotamus for Christmas!”, “Grandma Got Run Over by a Reindeer!”, and “Santa Baby” Our hostess had even penned three original Christmas Carols for our group alone! The twelve days of Christmas brought gifts like membership fees, boas, fascinators, blingy rings, and men under one of our Princesses’ beds! LOL  We were laughing so hard the whole room broke up!

      Our traditional gift exchange continued the glee as bottles of “Naughty and Nice” wine from Duplin wineries right here in North Carolina became a popular gift to steal!  (oh yes, each gift chosen, could be stolen up to three times!) A beautiful red velvet, lace shawl was stolen several times—and became a surprisingly sexy dancing aid by one of our 70 years young ladies!  

    We had to call a stop to our festivities only because the restaurant was closing, and some of our angels had to work the next day! But, we had the best of all worlds…good friends, good food, blessed by the angels, and joyful fun to take into our lives! That is what the Red Hat Society is truly all about, fun and fellowship, and I feel like one lucky woman to be part of it!  

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The Day the Angels Came to Adele’s Yard Sale

The Day the Angels Came to Adele’s Yard Sale!

       My friend Adele, a young 40 year old, had                            been out of work for a long time. She had been praying for guidance constantly, and felt led to have a yard sale to let go of many of her “treasures”. Having been married before, but recently returned home after a divorce, Adele was now living with her mother, and had an apartment full of things in their small home.  So she had quite a lot of things to “let go of”—many beautiful treasures from her marriage.

     As it turned out, every weekend that she tried to have her sale, it rained! Lots of rain! She had already postponed her sale twice, and felt unable to do so again. So Friday night, she had friends come over and put up tables, then carried a a treasure of items out of the house and under the carport! Everything looked ready, and great!
     Of course, during the night it began raining! It poured! Adele ran outside and hung tarps the best she could, and covered the tables with plastic! What a mess! “Dear Lord, was that really you telling me to do this?” I imagine she must have felt!
     The next morning, several friends, including my husband and I, showed up to help with the sale, which was supposed to start at 7am, but at 7am, it was raining too hard to even put a sign in the yard—much less anywhere else in town!  By 8:00 am, it looked like there was going to be a flood!      
So the three of us present,

 my husband had left to try
 to post signs around town,
 joined hands and began 
praying right there in the
 carport. “Dear Lord,
 if this was truly your plan, then we need your help! We need the rain to stop, so we can put up signs so people know the sale is back here where they can’t even see it from the street!  And we need you to send your angels please to motivate people to get out on this rainy Saturday morning and come to Adele’s sale. Please send your angels to whisper in their ears, awaken them, and make them want to come to this yard sale! Thank you Dear Lord, for all your many blessings, in Jesus Christ’s name we pray. Amen”  While in some ways, this seemed like a very selfish prayer to me, I was actually praying it for Adele, so it was my wanting blessings for her. The following verse from the Bible kept running through my head as we prayed:                         Matthew 18:20             

New International Version (©1984)
For where two or three come together in my name, there am I with them.”
New Living Translation (©2007)
For where two or three gather together as my followers, I am there among them.”
English Standard Version (©2001)
For where two or three are gathered in my name, there am I among them.”
                                                                                                                                                                                                    I kid you not, by 8:10 am, it stopped raining—completely! The rain cut off like a turning off a faucet in the kitchen sink!  I couldn’t believe it, I’m such a believer and a doubter! We scurried to get signs out! By 8:45am—we had a carport full of shoppers who kept coming steadily all morning!  I was collecting the money in a hurry! “Thank you God. You must have wanted this for Adele, and I stand in awe, forgive me my doubting! “
   But that is not all…surrounding the carport were many pretty flowers tended by Adele’s mother! There was one huge, absolutely stunning tropical plant in full bloom that caught everyone’s attention. We could have sold it ten times over! But of course it was the pride and joy of Adele’s Mom. When Mom came out to help at one point, someone asked her what the plant was…”It’s an angel trumpet plant,” she said!  I got chills…which continued as we asked her to name the others surrounding the sale area. There were several angel wing begonias, in fact there was a huge one at every corner, and several others in between! There was a beautiful vine growing up a trellis as well, of course, it was an angel trumpet vine! She stated emphatically that she had not planned to surround the carport with angel plants…hadn’t even realized she had..but we all knew it wasn’t an accident, we knew the angels were surrounding us for sure, and helping Adele and her Mom!
    For the crowning touch, just as we were finishing up, about 12:30 pm, a lady came in with a sweatshirt on that said something like “Living God Ministry”. We welcomed her like the others, and she commenced to preach us a mini sermon! Right there in the carport!  She told us she’d felt led to come to see us, and to tell us God sent her! She said all this while holding a small angel figurine in her hands and waving it around in the air! We were astounded, and received her testimony with great thanks! We gave her the angel, in hopes she would remember the day she joined the angels and us as we followed God’s lead.
     The sale was very successful, and very helpful to Adele. But most of all, the experience left a lasting impression on those of us who helped—the feeling of being surrounded, protected, and led by angels! 


The Day the Angels Saved my Daughter’s and My Life

The Day the ANGELS Saved my Daughter’s and My Life!
It was a sweltering, humid, hot day in August, 1996. Annie was 14 years old and starting high school in a new town—her first move to a new town, the first day of high school. To add to the stress, we had just moved to Havelock , North Carolina—well, we were in the middle of moving. To be quite honest, our usually close family was splintered for the first time ever. Our older daughter Ali was in  college in another town. My husband Max, Annie’s Dad, was still working in Raleigh where we were moving from. We had our house in Raleigh for sale, and had put an offer in on one in Havelock. Max needed a job down here. I had been working in nearby New Bern for almost a year already, commuting home on weekends! But we had decided when I got the job, to let Annie finish middle school in Raleigh.  Therefore, Max, Annie, and Max’s Dad who lived with us, had been in our house in Raleigh, while I had lived in a one bedroom apartment in New Bern for the last year. I was a psychologist, working at the local mental health clinic, but traveling locally, as we served five counties!  Now Max was in Raleigh alone, and Annie and I shared my apartment, while Max’s Dad stayed in a nursing home nearby.
   On this first day of Annie’s high school, I don’t know who was more nervous, her or me! I so wanted her to like her new school, her new town. I wanted her to make new friends and be happy there. Unfortunately, I discovered that I couldn’t pick Annie up after school as planned, and I was very disappointed! There were clients that I needed to see who just couldn’t wait!  It just so happened that another therapist at the mental health center lived in Havelock also, and her son was a senior at the high school and drove. Early that morning I had called and asked if he would please give Annie a ride to my office after school as I wouldn’t be able to get to Havelock, and she could not get a bus or anything to New Bern. He and his mother had kindly agreed!
  But then, the last two clients of the day cancelled, and suddenly my schedule opened up!  Since I could get away early, I wanted to meet Annie at school, I wanted to hear all about her first day of high school, and her first day in a new place. The kids were still in class, so I just decided to drive on down the twenty or thirty minutes and wait for school to be out. I knew I’d have to find Jim’s car and park near it so that I could catch them before they left. When I got there, I remembered that student parking was around the back of the school, near where some of the buses circled around also. There was nowhere to park near Jim’s car, but I was lucky to pull into a slot tight in the front line of the lot. From there I could keep a close watch on the building, and see them when they came out, then Annie and I would be able to just pull out into the driveway in front of us to leave! 
   I pulled into the empty parking space, but because it was so hot, decided to leave the truck running and the air conditioning blaring! It was only ten minutes or so until all these kids started pouring out of the building! Suddenly there was a sea of kids all around me, getting into their cars, talking in groups, gathering on the sidewalks and everywhere. I craned my neck hoping to see Annie and Jim, what if I missed them? Good grief!
   To add to the stress of this of this exciting but hot, hot, hot afternoon, I was driving my husband’s gear shift truck! My beloved minivan was in the shop, so I would have this vehicle all week! The gear shift itself was not the issue, although I was used to an automatic, I had learned to drive a gearshift  when I was like 19 years old and had always loved it!

                Suddenly, what to my wondering eyes                   should appear…my child and our friend Jim, along with many, many other kids! I actually think she and Jim were a little disappointed to see me waiting for them! I should have known better! At that age, peers are everything! But I was dying to hear about her day! She got in the truck, and Jim stood at the window as we all chatted for a while. They were in jazz band together, both played the saxophone, so there was always that in common.  I was thinking about the need to ease out into the driveway as there was one lane open for us to use, with the other being full of cars and kids! Like I said, we were idling and chatting, the air running full speed, Jim leaning on the window…when suddenly the truck leaped forward! It was as if I’d suddenly let out the clutch, but I had had the truck in neutral, so the clutch wasn’t even compressed! Not only did the truck LEAP forward, it was gaining momentum so fast, it felt like we were flying! I heard Annie scream as I tried to think rationally. Was my foot on the gas instead of the brake? No! Was I really stepping on the brake, or was that the clutch? Could I pull up the emergency brake? All these thoughts were going through my head while Annie was screaming “put on the brakes, put on the brakes Mom!”  I didn’t feel my own life flash before my eyes, but the kids’ lives flashed right in front of me—Annie’s and the teens on the sidewalk. A newspaper headline actually flashed in front of my face instantly that said, “Local Psychologist plows into crowd of teens, killing 10 (or 20) of them! “ 

    Then, we made the first turn to the left,                                I don’t know how we made it without turning over, but the kids on that sidewalk were safe!  However, another sharp turn to the left was coming up, and another group of kids. I could feel the truck accelerating and I began to pray aloud! “Dear Lord, please save Annie, and the kids here! Please Lord, help us, help us! “ I just knew our lives were over! I was worried as to how many others also! I knew I could not make that next turn which was almost upon us! We were flying into tragedy!
     Suddenly, things changed! The truck slowed immediately, I was not doing it…something outside of me felt like it had control of the truck…I could have put my hands in the air, I was not guiding that truck in any way, but something was!  The truck not only slowed, I kid you not, it easily turned to the left around the sharp turn, then pulled into a parking space that had just opened up on my left and stopped as if nothing had happened! I was too stunned to speak…and was full of thankfulness! I knew as sure as I was sitting there, that we had just experienced a miracle! I KNEW , somehow I just knew, that an angel had taken over that truck and delivered us to safety…and not just us…but all the students in our path! In the course of 300 feet, we had accelerated to something like 40 or 45 miles per hour! How had it happened!? Jim ran all the way to where we were stopped! “What was that? What happened?!”  I hesitated, looked over at Annie, then looked at Jim and said, “I really don’t know.  The truck just leaped into motion and took off, accelerating all the way!”
Then I looked them both   
 in the face, and I said,
 “I think, no, I KNOW, 
an angel saved us!
 An angel took control
of this truck and 
brought it to this parking place and stopped it! I had no control! It wasn’t me, I wasn’t in charge…it was something outside of me…it had to be an angel! ”  After sitting to decompress for a while, I was going to drive us on home. Jim said, “are you crazy! No way are you going to drive that truck! “(He was 18, I was what, 47!)  Being from the area, he knew a tow truck owner, and called them himself! I was clearly shaken, so perhaps he thought I’d lost it! LOL  Actually, he was a Christian, who later studied theology in college, decided not to be a minister, but became very involved in his church. I’ve often wondered if he remembers that day’s events as we lost touch.  The truck stayed in the shop for a couple days, but they could not find any problem with it. To this day, we do not know what happened to it! But as surely as I am alive, I know God sent us an  angel to save us, and to save those children that day in August, 1996 in Havelock, North Carolina! Thank you God! Amen!

    If you have angel stories you’d like to share with me and others who read this blog, feel free to leave them in a comment for all to see. 

       Wishing you all a blessed day and life, Helen


Learning to talk with my angels!

      Learning to Talk with Angels 
   About 1997 I had a good friend at work named Kate, who shared that she believed she could talk to the angels! Since she was a well educated, professional woman, a psychotherapist like myself, I was somewhat surprised that she  shared this (we have to work hard not to look crazy!) However, her father had just died, and I suspected that was part of the grief she was experiencing. Obviously, even though I believed in angels, I had never thought about “talking” with them, but the idea intrigued me for sure!

    To help me understand, my friend Kate gave me a copy of the book   Angelspeake: How to Talk With Your Angels by Barbara Mark and Trudy Griswald.  This book is written by sisters who live in California and Connecticut when they both began to have experiences of talking with angels! As I read the book, I realized I “felt” like it was true—I moved from very skeptical to embracing the idea! In fact, I began to try to communicate with the angels myself. I was pretty sure I’d had a few angel experiences, but again, I was skeptical, and had kept them to myself. Now, with Kate’s encouragement, I began to pray, write, and meditate on the angels. Very quickly I experienced a sense of “knowing” .  I did not hear angel voices, but if I asked, I often,not always, had a clear picture or sense that I was being told something by an outside force…it was a knowing. I had heard of this psychic skill called claircognizance. It seemed that this was what I was experiencing, from everything I read…and was a bit unsettling. As the years progressed however, I felt more and more comfortable with the feeling, and more confident about it. However, I don’t practice regularly, sometimes months or even years will pass when I don’t try to nurture my skills of talking with the angels. Then when I try, I don’t always feel I am successful. Everything I read says we should be able to talk to our angels very simply—that we just talk! So, I began to ask my angels questions, and amazingly, I often get answers—not always! I must not be a very good listener!

    One thing I love to do is ask the angels for the names of my and my friends and family’s guardian angels. I have read that they do and do not have names. But, I thought I would ask…and lo and behold…sometimes I get answers! Repeatedly , over the years, I’ve been told my guardian angel is Michael. It’s always been Michael! I expected a female angel, I don’t know why, I just did. There is an archangel named Michael, but I don’t think this is him, more a front line angel, a special guardian angel! Perhaps the idea of an archangel being my guardian angel is just too intimidating! I certainly wouldn’t feel worth that honor, and it would discombobulate me terribly! 

    When I ask for the names of other people’s guardian angels, sometimes an answer comes to me immediately, and sometimes it doesn’t come at all!  But I will tell you, some that I have felt I have been told are my               

husband’s guardian angels, that they are named Raphael and Jacob. Research says

most of us have two 

guardian angels.

 For my daughter Annie, her guardian angels are Morgan and Stephen! My other daughter Ali has a guardian angel named Molly and her son, my grandson,  Liam has a protector named Gilliam. I have not yet discerned, although I have asked, the name of the guardian angels of my granddaughter Katy, my son-in-law Greg, or my grandson Cris. Why I wonder, why can’t I get the name of some of the angels I ask for while most come so easily? I wish I knew!

    One time, I was riding in the car with my close friend Dee, who was also a strong believer in communicating with your angels. I told her I thought I’d been given a name for her guardian angel, but I wasn’t sure. While I was trying to realize what it was…I kept having thoughts of my best friend Carol intruding!  I found myself talking about Carol to my other friend…”Carol” this, “Carol” that, “Carol…Carol…Carol!”  Dong! Suddenly it hit me in the face! CAROL! THAT WAS HER ANGEL’S NAME!  The minute I said it, the minute I thought it…I KNEW it was true!  Besides the claircognizance, I got chills all over, which I often do! Don’t ask me how I KNEW I was right, that this was a communication from beyond, I just knew.  I also immediately had a feeling or a thought that the angel said “like a Christmas Carol”.  Just recently, several years after this incident with my friend Dee, my long time friend Carol and I were talking on the phone, talking about family history and genealogy and family names. Out of the blue it seemed, she said her mother had loved Christmas so much and loved to sing, that she had named her only daughter, my friend Carol, after a Christmas Carol! I was so surprised, and immediately the memories of that summer day in the car with my friend Dee came flooding over me…of the realization that her guardian angel’s name was Carol, after a Christmas Carol!  Wow-spooky-but more so, loving!

      By the way, several years ago, I had learned by asking, that my friend Carol’s guardian angel was named Olivia! I didn’t know any Olivias at that time…but a year later an Olivia moved in across the street from me! She has since moved away, but it felt more than a coincidence at the time!

      Just a couple days ago, my friend Adair was visiting. She and my daughter Annie and I were talking and preparing for a program we were presenting about angels. I offered to see if I could sense the name of her guardian angel, and she was very happy about it…even said she’d wanted to ask, but hadn’t. So we bowed as if in prayer, although I was just trying to get still, center myself, and be quiet and receptive. I think prayer is reserved for God/Jesus, we can just talk to our angels. The second I asked for the name of Adair’s guardian angel, the sound “Wyom…or wynom”…came to me!

I just couldn’t figure it out…which wasn’t the first time, and I asked the angel “tell me again please…is it Wyoming?” (which felt good to Adair…but the answer was “no”! Did you say “Wynona?”, I asked. “Nooooooo, that’s not right either” I sensed.  Hmm…”Wyoma?” Is that what I’m hearing?” “Yes!” I immediately KNEW that was it! Although I knew, I was a bit hesitant to say so that firmly! I hate looking “crazy”! LOL  I finally told Adair that I was sure it was Wyoma. We looked it up online, since none of us have ever heard of that name, and discovered a wonderful woman named Wyoma, who is internationally known for her “spirit dancing” and African Healing dances! Wow! Adair told us that she had always identified with African dancing and music for some reason…wow, had her angels loved that music also, and influenced her all her life?  Its very interesting!

    It’s always so amazing to have this experience, my rational mind always has a little trouble believing in the claircognizance I am apparently experiencing! But it seems undeniable.

   I am going to do some meditating now, and ask again for the names of Katy and Greg’s guardian angels…hopefully they will come to me.  If so , I will let you know!

     I would love to figure out the names of the guardian angels of all of my family, friends, and Red Hat Divas, but I don’t want this to seem like a parlor trick. Even though it should be easy to talk to your angels, and you just say what you want to say, ask what you want to know, it still seems so unbelievable to me– then I feel guilty being so skeptical! Oh my, uncertainty is hard! But Faith is uncertain, there is no “proof”, and I am a strong believer, along with many other Christians, so, I will continue to communicate with my angels.
     I did ask for a definitive sign one time…a sign that my angels were there, that indeed they were hearing me and I them, and I want to tell you all about it in another post!
   Thanks for listening, and please, I’d love to hear your angel stories as well!  If you want to write something more than in the space of a comment, let me know in a comment, and I will email you to get your story to share! Thanks, this is so much fun! Have a blessed day, and talk to your angels!