Angels Among Us

Here are two of our granddaughters at church on Sunday. The oldest was an angel in the Christmas Pageant, and did an excellent job of singing. 

I do believe in angels, and it was proven to me again this past week—twice.

On Friday morning I set out to do a bit of shopping, and I must admit, I was feeling a bit bah-humbugish. Though the majority of my shopping was done, I hadn’t set up the tree, I hadn’t wrapped a single present, hadn’t written our Christmas letter or cards…I just didn’t seem to have it in me. While driving, I was thinking of years gone past and wishing my mother was in the passenger seat—we always went Christmas shopping together—when all of a sudden I felt her. It was as if she was in the car beside me, and I have to say, she was not happy with me. I was told quite bluntly—which was mom’s way of saying things at times—to snap out of it. I was then filled with a burst of energy and by that evening, I had my tree up, sixty letters and cards done and mailed, every present wrapped and stacked under the tree, stockings hung on the fireplace, and batch of cookies baked. I literally had the energy of two people. Thanks, Mom!

Then on Saturday, our youngest son called and said he’d been in his shop working, and the song, There are Angels Among Us was playing on the radio. As the song finished, he opened the door on the bobcat and there, lying on the seat, was this picture. He texted it to me…It’s my Mom and Dad several years ago. The bobcat was my dad’s, so the picture could have been tucked inside somewhere and never noticed before, then again, it could have just been dropped there to say hello.

There are Angels among us, just keep your eyes and ears open and you’ll notice them.

One last thing, I’ll be over at Paty Jager’s blog tomorrow with an excerpt from Disobeying the Marshal.  

Merry Christmas to each and every one of you!

Angels Among Us

I just have to share the latest picture of the girls!

Before we left for Kansas I got this review for Wish Craft. Four and a half siren stones. Reviewer Stacey says, “You just can’t help but fall in love with this short story. Wish Craft is wonderfully creative and unique.” Today, I received a four spur review for Boot Hill Bride from Love Western Romances.

Now, on to Cody’s angel story that I promised last week.

The day after Grandpa died, our youngest son, Cody, was cleaning up their property because the historical society was coming out to take pictures for the 150 year anniversary of when Cody’s wife’s family had homesteaded the property. He was at the recycling center, waiting in line, thinking about Grandpa and all the junk he’d hauled out of Grandpa’s yard over the years. (Every summer we would take a trip to Kansas and ‘clean up’ Grandpa’s yard, which he readily filled back up over the next twelve months.)

The person behind him tapped Cody’s shoulder. He turned around to face an elderly man wearing bib overalls covered in holes and patches.

The man smiled. “There’s an angel looking over you today.”

An odd tingle zipped up Cody’s spine. “Oh,” he replied.

“I’m serious,” the man said. “I can see it.”

Again, all Cody could think to say was, “Oh.”

The man, in his seventies or so, dug in one of his side pockets. “I want you to have something.”

“Okay,” Cody said, glancing around. There was nothing out of the ordinary, just a long line of people conversing with one another as they waited.

The man pulled out a key chain made of odd beads in the shape of an angel. “Here, this is for you.”

Cody was hesitant.

The man held it out. “Take it. I want you to have it.”

“Thanks,” Cody replied, taking the key chain. Just then his number was called and he turned to move to the desk. After completing the paperwork for the scrap he’d hauled in, Cody turned around to walk past the line of people behind him, and the old man was no longer there, he wasn’t outside either.

Cody said if not for the key chain in his hand, he’d wonder if he’d really met the old man.

Upon our return to Minnesota, Cody stopped over to show us the angel key ring. I wasn’t home, but DH saw it. Three days later when Cody stopped over again, I asked about the key chain and he said he couldn’t find it. He said right after he showed it to his dad it disappeared. He’s looked everywhere, including under the cushions on our sofa, but it’s just gone.

I said that was too bad, but Cody just shrugged. “Maybe the old man needed it to give to someone else,” he said. “It helped me, maybe it’ll help them.”

Yep, I believe angels are everywhere, we never know when or where we’ll meet them, and evidently my son feels the same way.

You have the power to make it a great week—do so.