Greetings,

Looking about my office, Viki admired the angels around her.  My office is filled with angels.  Crystal angels, toll angels, angel cards, stuffed angels, angels on plates. With the exception of flying angels on a wall hanging, every angel is a gift from my clients.

My room evokes the feel of heaven. The walls are sky blue with air-brushed clouds. They look very much like the clouds on this site's background.  It is a very peaceful, beautiful room.

I love it.  My clients love it.

It was about six years ago, when the angel gifts began arriving. One by one. They came in the nick of time, and served as reminders that my Heavenly Family was always with me.  They hovered close by, as I lived  through a couple of dark years when my father was dying.

I now have so many angels, that they have spilled over to our mountain house, which is appropriately named Heaven.

Viki's sparkling dark brown eyes landed on a black-haired button angel that sits on a chiming clock on my desk.  

"Have you ever seen an angel? she asked.

"No," I replied. " But I often feel the presence of angels." 

"I have, twice."

"Please, tell me," I urged.

"One day, my sister and I were in the parking garage of the hospital while visiting our brother's wife who had just had a baby. We saw a tall man at a distance with black hair, who was waving vigorously at us. Even if he was far away, we could see he was smiling exuberantly. 

At first, we thought it was our brother in a long, white hospital gown donned by fathers-to-be in the delivery room. 

We then realized that this was no ordinary man.  In proportion to the garage, he was a very, very tall figure. We were entranced by his radiant smile. He was not wearing a hospital gown, but a flowing, white robe. We smiled and waved back. The next second, he was gone.  

We found our sister's-in-law room to find our brother there with his wife and newborn. "No," he said. "That wasn't me in the garage."

"That was my first encounter with an angel.  The second time, I was driving down the freeway, when I saw a fire engine in my rear view mirror.  The driver was honking his horn, signaling with his hand to pull over. 

I did, and there were at least four of them that piled out.  One told me that they saw smoke coming from my car, and they promptly had the front hood propped up.  Sure enough, the engine was smoking.  Apparently, grease had spattered on the block and was smoking.

I remember thinking that these were the most unique firemen I'd ever seen.  They were jovial, laughing the entire time.

One of the firemen got into the driver's seat and drove me to a gas station phone booth (this was before cell phones), so I could call my husband. The fire engine followed us.

Before I picked up the phone, I turned back to thank them.  Poof!  As suddenly as they had appeared behind me, they were instantly gone.  They and their fire engine were not to be seen in either direction.

Then, I knew that I had been rescued by angels.  Firemen angels."

Since that time, Viki went back to school to earn her divinity degree.  She feels that she lives an exceptionally blessed life. 

On September 11, she was vacationing on the island of Kaua`i in Hawai`i.  The flights were grounded for the week, and she was able to explore the island in depth.  She fell in love with the people and The Aloha Spirit.  She felt like she had come home.

Relaxed and at peace, she gave retirement from her government job serious consideration. When she returned, she put in for retirement in February.  She has been called to Kaua`i.

She had an angelic glow as she shared her good news with me.

Silver linings...

"Do not neglect to show hospitality to strangers, for by doing that, some have entertained angels unawares." 
~Hebrews 13:2

"Life is a Gift."

Sincerely,
Author Unknown

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