There are
angels among us. I can't prove it - but I know it. Walking, talking messengers
of God wrapped in skin. When I write the words it all seems a little spooky - I
actually hear the theme song to the Twilight
Zone playing in my head. And then I think, "Am I a nut job?"
I'm not
sure these "beings" have been sent to earth by God to do a particular job - but
I do think that we all experience a "touched by an angel" moment where an
important truth is purposefully communicated to us. And I think these occur more
frequently than we realize. I started keeping a little journal of my encounters
over the past 60 days and I can say unequivocally that I have been angel-bombed!
All of my
encounters were with stranger-angels (people I had never laid eyes on before);
few lasted longer than a minute (some, only seconds); all exchanges came out of
the clear blue sky (when I was least expecting a revelation); and all reminded
me of important truths (primarily, Biblical principles).
For this
last truth series of the year, I will share with you some of my angel sightings,
including those that occur between now and Christmas Day, and will explore with
you the lessons I think God is working to teach me through others. Over the course
of this series, if you have a close encounter of the angelic kind - I hope you
will share your experience with us via my blog.
Surrounded,
Ellen
P.S. I am
not making this stuff up:
For he will give his angels charge
over thee, to keep thee in all thy ways. Psalm 91:11
Posted by Ellen on November 18, 2009 1:23 PM
| Category: An Angel Bombing
The Date: October 30,
2009; 5:30 p.m. Central Standard Time
The Place: Bass Pro Shop, near
Rockwall, TX, a
suburb of Dallas
The Human
Form: Female; 34"
tall; 25 pounds; black curly hair; brown eyes.
Dear Girlfriends,
As I
mentioned in my introduction to this series, angels seem to appear when you
least expect them - and in this case, in an unlikely hangout for heavenly
beings (unless you fish): the Bass Pro Shop.
Steve and I
had joined our daughter Shauna, son-in-law Adam, and our nearly 2-year-old granddaughter
Ava to enjoy the festivities at their community Halloween carnival. To kill
time before the carnival started, we stopped in the Bass Pro Shop to allow Ava
to watch the fish swim in their oversized aquarium.
After Ava
waved bye-bye to the fish, we turned around and paused to take in the preliminary
elements of the store's Christmas installation. As we discussed the display, I
felt someone looking at me - from below. Looking down, I peered into the eyes
of a beautiful child - just staring at me, while I held Ava. I decided the
little girl wanted to "network" so I kneeled down to put Ava on the floor.
However, Ava didn't seem to notice her and started to walk away. At that moment
the angel lifted her arms for me to take her. Instinctively, I picked up the
toddler.
Typically,
I would never do this. Under normal conditions (when angels aren't involved) I
would never even ask to hold
someone's child unless it was obvious they need an extra pair of hands. But in
one fluid move, the toddler reached and wrapped her arms around my neck.
Holding her closely, I realized what I had done and immediately looked at the
child's parents (for the first time) for a visual cue of concern or
confirmation. I got neither (except from Ava who was, by now, TOTALLY aware of
the angel in our midst and was not the least bit joyful that another child was
in Sugar's arms).
Trying to
console Ava, I put the toddler on the ground next to her. That seemed to
appease Ava and she walked back to the Christmas trees; but the angel reached for
me again. And this time, I fought
back my tears.
For no
reason, whatsoever, this angel loved me. I had done nothing to deserve to her
love. I had no history with her or her parents. I was a nobody in her world. But, regardless, she loved me.
Sporting the
remnants of animal crackers on her chin and a mushy lion's costume, my angel -
without ever uttering a word, imparted in one, simple gesture in less than 60
seconds what we should never forget: we are loved for no other reason than
because we exist.
For God loved the world so much that he gave his one and only Son, so that everyone who believes in him
will not perish but have eternal life. John 3:16
When family
members judge you, when friends criticize you, or when the world just seems to
be closing in - remember that you're loved just because you "are".
Thankful,
Ellen
Posted by Ellen on November 25, 2009 11:50 AM
| Category: An Angel Bombing
