ANGEL STORIES
These are a few angel stories sent to me by others who wanted to share their true experience about their guardian angel.
2005
When I got pregnant seven years after my last son was born we were surprised. WE thought we were all done having children. My daughter and I believed were going to finally have her baby sister. At” last”! she said. She had two brothers already. But my pregnancy didn’t go as planned. I had been telling the doctor that my pregnancy wasn’t quite right since day one. But he just said it was my age. I was only 32! I had been very sick I hardly ate and I was in a lot of pain There was nothing they could give me to alleviate the pain that wouldn’t harm the baby. I begged my husband to help me to meet Heavenly Father. He shook his head and just held me close and said many prayers for me during the time leading up to my hemorrhaging. I had had an ultrasound early on and it said we were having another boy. It had showed nothing out of the ordinary. My daughter and I were very disappointed. We had hoped it was a girl. I felt cheated. I was so sick. I believed that I should have been given a girl. My girlfriend had hemorrhaged in January and she was put in the hospital. The doctor said she had placenta previa.That is where the placenta grows over the cervix. The placenta then starts to detach as the baby grows, you hemorrhage and you go in to labor. She stayed in the hospital until her son was born prematurely by C-section on Groundhog Day. My symptoms were identical to hers. Still the doctor said no, I was just stressed out about my friend plus I had 3 children to attend to and the earlier ultrasound was normal.
On a cold February night in 1989 I hemorrhaged at 28 weeks. My husband was at work and my other children were fast asleep. I called my Dad and told him that I was bleeding a lot and had started labor and needed to go to the hospital right away. While I was waiting for him to come I called my mother-in law to come over to watch the kids and the hospital. Next I left a message for my husband at work. My Dad and mother-in law arrived at the same time. My Dad and Mother took me to the hospital. The hospital staff assessed my vitals and put in an IV.All through the night they kept a close eye on me. The next morning they took me down for an ultrasound to see just what was going on. They discovered I had placenta previa and that the baby maybe born soon. I knew that it was my fault because I was not happy I was having another boy. The Lord was saying in effect “You don’t want him I will take him back”. The doctor told me to prepare my self. My son only had a fifty percent chance to live and he weighed only as much as a pound of butter. My husband was asked who they wanted to save. He said” My wife. We can always have more children but my children here and now needed their mother”. I cried out to the Lord please don’t let my son die. Take me instead. I prayed for a miracle during this time my mother-in law sat with a smile on her face. I couldn’t understand why she was so calm. Her grandson was going to die. I asked her to explain why she was smiling. She told me my son had come to her in a dream as a young man and said,” Grandma please tell mom it is right, all will be well and that he was coming but not just yet. I couldn’t believe it .I was stunned. The doctor came back into the room and checked me. He said my labor had stopped. They kept me in the hospital for a few more days .I then went home five days after I was admitted. I was given strict instructions for complete bed rest. I followed his advice to the letter. I had wonderful people that came in and helped me with my children. The strange thing was I still had placenta previa upon repeat doctor visits. And I wasn’t hemorrhaging! My beautiful son Devon was born on May 16th 1989.Only two weeks early by C-section. On May 16th of this year he will celebrate his Golden birthday. Sixteen on the sixteenth!! He has been a source of constant joy and we share a very close bond. I thank the Lord every day for my miracle child.
Laurie" angelunaII@comcast.net
These next two stories were sent to me from Patricia, who has become a good friend to me via over the net.
I thank her dearly for taking the time to send me these stories that I'm sure will touch your heart as well as the rest of the stories do, Again Thank you all...
I Lost my daddy November 16th 1998. When I lost him I
lost my best freind.
This has been the hardest thing that I have ever been
through. I think and
pray for him everyday. When I think back at being in
the hospital room where
he laid slowly passing away. I can remember the blinds
being closed next to
his bed. The sun was shining on the window sill. In
the corner of the window
sill there was a golden glow. I saw it and then I
looked again to see if I
was really seeing it. I didn't know what to make of
it.
At the time I became
more focused on my daddy not knowing this was my last
time to talk to him
before he died. They came in and said we had to leave
for a few minutes while
the nurse done her work. Shortly we returned and
found out my daddy had
passed away. I went running in the room in tears
begging my daddy to come
back and not leave me. Then I saw that the golden glow
had left as well. I
believe that was my daddy's guardian angel coming to
take him to another
place. I pray he is at peace now and he knows how much
he is missed and loved.
Patricia East" Glowingangel8071@cs.com
I had worked at a place for 10
years and lost my job
when they got bought out. I was making good money, and
they did give me a
severance pay for a year. I still had no job. I have a
husband and a son and
you have to make adjustments when you lose that
income. I went to several
schools and took on several jobs trying to replace the
income that I lost. I
couldn't replace it. It seemed like there was more
money paid out for bills
than what was coming in. We had to struggle to make
ends meet. I didn't know
what to do. I went to several church's in my life,
but none of them seemed
right. I decided one morning to go to a new church.
This was a Catholic
church. When I went there I felt a feeling I had never
felt before. This is
where I belong. On April 10th 1993 my son and I were
baptized. I remember one
night as I layed in bed alone I was crying in sobs
praying for help for the
problems we were having. It wasn't just money, but it
was mentally to. Then I
felt like someone was holding me with such warmth,
giving me comfort. Then
these soft warm words come out saying to me be patient
my child. It was a
women's voice. I had never felt such peace before. How
I long to here those
words again. Soon after that someone called and asked
if I would be
interested in a job. They called at 7:00 pm one
evening. My husband and I
were watching TV when the call came. I don't even
remember applying for the
job. I went the next day for a interveiw and got the
job. I've been working
there for 4 years in March. I am now making good
money, I just pray that I
can retire from this job. I'm getting to old to be
trying to get other jobs
like before. This is a stable job, I just hope it
stays this way. I thank God
and everyone else who had a hand in this. Angels do
exist!!!!!! It was a true
blessing. There are some people who don't believe in
angels. People like that
I feel sorry for. We all have a guardian angel. They
are with us every where
we go. I would like others to know they are never alone, their
guardian angel is with them
all the time to.
Patricia East" Glowingangel8071@cs.com
My little Grandson was born at 28 weeks, about 6 and
1/2 months along
My daughter was so sick with pre eclampsia that by the
time we got to her
bedside in Texas it was touch and go
we did not know of she would make it
through the night. I stayed with her sitting right next to her bed After the 12 hour drive to get there I was tired but I was too worried to sleep
I just sat there holding her hand.
And praying for her and her son to live
No matter what or how we had to take them
home with us I just wanted to be
able to do so.
It was December 31st 1998, when Noah
was born, and we got to
her bedside at a little after midnight. She was in the recover room still
because she was too fragile to move to the ICU just
yet.
Her father looked
stricken as he gingerly tried to find a
place to touch her that would not hurt her somehow.
He settled on touching and rubbing
her forehead
and
whispering his own prayer that "you'll be okay" over
and over he told her
Her Friend we had brought with us from Mississippi,
Nasha, could barely
stand when she first saw her friend of many years so
frail and so far away.
Kati did not even recognize us at first she was so
sick.
She was in a lot
of pain from the C-section, but we were very worried
about her kidney
shutting down you see she has only one.
As the hours went by, finally they
all left,
leaving me alone with my darling baby who
was all grown up now and so sick. I quietly asked the nurse how our grandson
was holding up and she
said the last
she checked he was holding his own. They never tell you very
much about newborns born this early, just that he is
expected to do fine. I
sat there praying for her and I suddenly
felt at peace
that she would be all
right. The feeling that came over me was so strong
and so calming I drifted
off to doze.
But once when I opened my eyes to
stretch
I saw an angel at
the head of my daughter's bed. Cradling her head and
shoulders, My
daughter was choking
and the angel was helping, I got
up to move mydaughter into a sitting position but the crisis had
already past, She was
sleeping peacefully,
and without pain or sorrow.
2
days later when we went
to see Noah 3 hours away
at a large medical center
with an advanced Neonatal
Intensive Care unit NICU , I touched my grandson
NOAH. He was so frail and
so many tubes coming in and going out of him it was
hard to find a place
that we could touch
I rubbed his shoulder and begged
for him to live.
He
had already been baptized so there was little I could
do for him
spiritually, but pray. I called the angels to his
bedside and asked them to
stay and protect him.
I can still see the angels
there standing careful
guard
over him to make sure he pulls through.
Noah is
now 2 months old.
Except for needing a hernia operation it does
not seem
like he has any
physical repercussions of his early birth.
He is off
of supplemental oxygen
for 2 weeks now,
and they are going to withdraw the
caffeine
that helps his
heart stay beating to see if he
can do that on his own
too.
He is eating
from the bottle or breast over
and ounce at each meal,
every 3 hours.
It
appears that he has no blindness, no deafness, no
neurological or mental
retardation.
He is just small, Noah now weighs a
whopping 4 pounds and 5
ounces as of February 27, 1999.
Praise God and Praise
his messengers of
hope, our allies,
the Angels for letting me be lucky
enough to keep my baby
girl and her son, my grandson.
Thank you for hearing
me oh Lord.
And
thank YOU for reading my story about Noah.
Jacquie" jhgrif@bellsouth.net
I'm a Paint horse breeder and I searched for 7 years
for that special
stallion to make those special babies. For seven years
none could touch
me enough to want to have him for my own. Last year I
stumbled across a
young colt that caught my attention, but as always I
just kept on
finding to many flaws to consider him perfect enough
to make babies. I
felt that I would never find that right horse and was
about to just give
up on the search all together. It seemed that
everywhere I searched that
same horse popped up over and over again. Finaly I
asked a friend to
look at his pictures on the net and she asked me why I
hadn't already
bought him? I pointed out his flaws and she scoffed me
and told me he
was more perfect than I would ever know. At that point
I went through
the steps to see more about him and a week later I was
sent a video of
him. I Copied the video and made it into pictures. In
one of the
pictures he was running and everything was blurred but
his head and neck
and suddenly in that one shot of him I found exactly
what I was looking
for, suddenly he was perfect! His name is Some Kind of
Angel and he's a
medicine hat Paint, the indians believe that the
medicine hat is holly
and always kept them close to their hearts and homes
where they could
keep each other safe. I made a very long trip in the
dead of winter
through the mountians to go see him, hauling a huge
trailer with, so he
would have plenty of room to be comfortable in. I feel
in love the
minute I actualy laid eye's on him and it only took a
few minutes to
have everything ready for our long trip home. At the
gas station an old
Indian man climbed onto my trailer admiring him and
congratulating me on
such a wonderful young stallion and he told me he was
very special, that
he would be my guardian! Well not but a few miles down
the road for home
I was having some serious troubles with the wind and
the trailer. The
trailer was swinging all over the road and Angel was
scared and kept
rearing up in the trailer which made it swing harder.
I sent up a little
prayer asking God to help me get home to my three
small children! A few
minutes later a Semi passed me, I looked at the
driver and he nodded at
me. I didn't at that point understand what he was
trying to say and at
that moment I was fighting a new gust of wind! The
semi driver pulled
around in front of me and caught me in his currents
from his trailer.
From that second on the gusts of wind were gone and my
trailer stopped
swinging all over the place and I suddenly understood
that old indian
man, the picture that almost looked like a halo around
his head, finding
him everywhere I searched. Suddenly I knew we were
safe from harm, In
that moment I knew I had two Angels, the truck driver
and my Angel. I
never got the chance to thank the truck driver, I
wished for that one
special moment I had a CB, but I've never had the need
for one. I only
pray that he knew how much I thanked him and how many
times I've been
greatfull for his one moment of greatness in my life.
Without him I
strongly feel that we wouldn't have made it home.
Bridget
drek@montrose.net
My name is Rev. Alva Kinney. I'm currently 36 years old and have been
preaching for nearly four years now. I believe that God has called me
to preach his word. That belief was strengthen a couple of years ago
when I was told about something that happen to me when I was about
six month old. One cold wintery morning in Feb. my family experienced
a house fire. My dad went to work early that morning because he had to
travel a long distance to get to work. My twin sisters, brother, mom and
myself was still home when the fire started. The fire took my sister's
and brother's lives because they were upstair in bed. The only thing
that saved me was, I was downstair and they were able to get to me.
However, I was badly burned and didn't have much chance for surviving.
As I lie in the hosptial bed, the minister and some church members
where my parents attended church came and prayed over me. It was
while they prayed that a light appeared and descended from above me,
It hovered over me for a moment and then was gone. From that moment
on my condition improved and I was released on Easter Sunday. I have
come to believe that God sent His angel to me in that light and have
given my body healing. It is like the Bible says in Psalms 91:14,
"God shall give His angels charge over thee, to keep thee in all thy ways."
preach@1st.net
Children can see, hear, talk,
and play with the Angels
until they are about 6 to 7
years of age.
It was April of 1995, all of our family had been sick with the flu.
With Kaitlin almost two, and Kreg not quite four years old; I worried
about their inability to eat and took them to our family doctor.
Kaitlin was recovering nicely, her energy and zest for life seem
boundless. Kreg, my quiet, introspective one was still not able to hold
anything down but soft drinks. He was truly a gift from God after a
difficult delivery. "Oh Lord", I prayed, "You gave him to us at his
birth, please make him well now." Daily, he apperared weaker but seemed
oddly at peace.
One evening, he had drifted off to sleep. My husband, Ken, carried him
up to his bed. Good, I thought. He needs the rest after being so
unsettled all day. We enjoyed a family movie downstairs while he
slept. Sudddenly, I had the strangest feeling and went upstairs to
check on him. I was not prepared for what I found. Still asleep, he
was gray, his eyes sunken with deep circles under them and I could feel
his little heart pounding. I called to Ken, who took one look; then
wrapped him up and we all headed for the emergency room. Kreg was so
calm, insisting that he was just fined. All of the twelve miles to the
hospital, I was praying and watching over my shoulder. It seemed like
forever until we arrived.
The hospital attendants took Kreg and Ken back to treatment room, while
Kaitlin and I remained waiting. To our amazement, there was the wife of
one of Ken's co-workers whom we had never met. Bless her, she did her
best to calm my worries while we waited; unselfishly putting her own
concerns aside. I called my parents back in Pennsylvania with an
update, as I paced and waited some more.
At last, Ken appeared holding Kreg--who had received treatment and was
eating a popscicle. They were sending him home!
It was late when we arrived. Exhausted, everyone went to bed; with me
checking on Kreg every few hours as he slept with the most beautiful
smile on his face. The next day, his little cheeks had a touch of color
and he was out of bed playing. In the midst of his block building, he
looked up at me and asked, "Will the angel come to see me tonight?" I
stopped, stunned in my tracks. Kreg is not a child who invents
stories, neither was he feverish nor delirious. "What angel?" I
replied in as near of a normal tone as I could manage. "Why, the angel
who came to see me last night."
Now, I knew the reason for Kreg assuring us that everything was fine.
He told me that the angel had come down the hall to his room. He was a
large, blonde blue-eyed man with wings, dressed in Kreg's favorite color
red. He told Kreg to say his prayers and then laid down beside him.
I am thankful for Kreg's angel who appeared to comfort a sick little boy.
Many people were touched and continue to be touched by Kreg's angel visit. We still feel the "angel effect" as our lives continue on a normal routine.
angelsun@apk.net
"Hush! my dear,
lie still and slumber,
Holy angels guard thy bed!
Heavenly blessings without
number
Gently falling on
thy head."
I feel that my first son Austin and I have both been blessed by the
LORD. When I was pregnant for him, I was scared to death, everyone had
all these horror stories of what labor and childbirth would be like. At
the end of my pregnancy I was making myself very sick thinking about
what was soon to come. I was having a hard time sleeping, but one night
when I was asleep I had what I believe was a dream (although I am not
positive it wasn't real). I dreampt that I saw myself sleeping and
watched myself get out of bed and kneel on the floor in front of
JESUS!!! He took my hand and lifted me off the floor and said BLESS YOU
MY CHILD. EVERYTHING WILL BE FINE. I woke up the next morning to a real
feeling of total peace. Three days later I went into labor to have my
first son Austin, and guess what, in only 2 hours my beautiful son was
here. I had a 100% natural childbirth without any complications. I am
truley blessed. You would think that is where the story would end but it
isn't. When my son started talking he would always tell me that JESUS
was playing with him. At first I found this to be a little strange but
then I soon realized that children can see Angels and JESUS because they
are pure at heart. My son is three now, he still talks to JESUS, and at
night when he says his prayers he says mommy did you see JESUS smiling
at me? Sometimes when he is playing I hear him in there still talking
away to JESUS. He has even started saying to his one year old brother
Dakota, "Hey do you see JESUS looking at you?" I am glad that we are so
blessed by the LORD, and that my children have there first childhood
friend, and who could be a better friend than JESUS himself?
kixxxxx@hotmail.com
On December 22, 1969, I went to the hospital
to give birth to my son. He was due November 15th, but guess he
liked it in that warm, safe place so well, he didn't come on time.
I went to the doctor that Monday morning and he said it is time to
do something to get this going, so he broke my water then sent me
home telling me I may start labor in the next couple of days and if
so call him. I went home, and changed my clothes about 4 times because
of all of the water still leaking. It was so bad, I finally decided
to put some towels in my clothes to help keep me dry. Little did I
know the result of that would be. Jim and I decided to go visit my
Dad who lived only about 3 miles from the hospital. While there I
had to go to the bathroom AGAIN. While in there something didn't feel
right, I felt and realized there was something hanging out of me that
had never been there before. I told Jim we had better call the Doctor
because something was not right. His office girl said he was at lunch
and if I had any trouble to go on to the Hospital. We waited about
5 minutes trying to figure out what to do, I hadn't had any labor
pains, only a small back ache, but nothing real bad, except that thing
hanging out. We decided to go, and when we reached the Hospital, the
nurse asked how far apart the pains were and I said I wasn't having
any, and she said OH God, get in this wheel chair. They took me
up to the labor room to have a doctor look me over. The nurse came
back and said my Doctor still couldn't be found and the only baby
Doctor there was due at the other Hospital to deliver another baby.
The nurses decided to check me to see how things were and they found
the cord hanging out of me. She ran for the Doctor that was supposed
to leave and told him to at least come and look at me. He came in
and saw the cord, then checked for the heart beat and pulse, and
couldn't find any. He told them to get me in the delivery room now.
AS I was going out from the shot they gave me so they could do a C
section, I heard them say they were afraid the baby was gone. That is
the last I knew. When I woke up 3 hours later, they told me I had
a beautiful, healthy baby boy. I started to cry, because I didn't
believe them, I was sure he was dead. They said just a minute, we
will show you. They wheeled me down to my room and stopped at the
nursery and held up my Wonderful Son Vance. He looked just like me,
so I knew he was mine. God was with us that day and the angles were
in that warm place, holding Vance and keeping him safe until the
Doctors could help him out.The cord was also wrapped around his neck 3 times. Praise GOD gor sending his angels. The doctors said by me using the towels in my clothes kept the cord moist until he could be delivered, if it wasn't for that it could have been a very sad day for us. In 12 days Vance will be 28 years old,
and each day I thank God for him. He has been a joy all of his life
and he has been my rock so many times when I was down, he would remind
me to stop worrying and trust God. He now has a daughter who was
8 in Sept. and they just found out another baby is on its way.
They really wanted another one and Samantha has asked many times for
a brother or sister. Our God is an Awsome God!!!
I am thankful for both of my sons, and most of all Thankful that there is a God.
God Bless,
Lenna Gilbert
lighthouse+AEA-triton.net
My sister and I were
with our parents in Seaside Heights,NJ, on one of our many day trips there.
We were about 10 and 7 yrs. old, (with me being the eldest) and loving the
waves and water as we did, we ventured out a little farther than we should
have. The undercurrent that day was particularly rough. We were both
pretty good swimmers, but while we were playing, I happened to notice that
my sister, Heather was having a problem. She was swimming with all her
might, but not going anywhere, but farther out. We were alone ( or so we
thought), so, I managed to get near her, and grabbed a hand. A wave got us,
and seperated us again. All of a sudden, from out of nowhere, a man was
there, helping to hold us up, until the lifeguards got to us. When they
got us back on the beach we were immediately met by a hysterical mother &
father. We told our parents about the nice man who helped us, but they said
they saw no one, except the lifeguards! Well, that has been many years ago,
but I still believe that was an angel...mostly because of the peace my
sister and I had as he held us. Mind you, previously, my sister was panicked, as was I !!I know this is just a small story, but I swear to you it happened.
jw_laurie@zianet.com
On Sept. 23, 1979, our son Joshua came into this world, a healthy, 8 lb. bundle of joy. For the next 7 months, my husband and I watched him in amazement. He grew, laughed, crawled, and never missed a beat. We sang praises to God every day for giving us such a wonderful gift. Then the unbelievable happened.
Joshua was struck down by a disease that the doctors didn't know much about. It was tuberculosis of the brain. No one could explain how a disease that affects the lungs, could possibly be in his brain. They gave us very slim chances for his survival. Even with the nuerosurgery, they could not stop the things it was doing to him.
Joshua was blind, paralyzed, deaf, and atrophied, with the heels of his little feet touching the back of his head. He didn't know us. He was in a coma. The doctors had put a tube in his head in the attempt to help alleviate the swelling that was crushing his brain against his skull. They told us to make peace with ourselves, and with God. He wasn't going to live. There are no words to explain how we felt.
We were afraid to leave him. We couldn't even hold him to help him into heaven. I don't remember much of anything after that moment, except for telling God that if it was His will, then so be it, just to please be quick and merciful.
My husband and I kept a constant vigil. As time went past, I told God that I couldn't lose faith, just because Joshua's doctors had. I started to feel strength in my legs again. I felt myself get out of the rocking chair I had sat in for so long. I began massaging Joshua's neck. I rubbed his arms, and stretched his legs as best I could. The nurses called the doctors in to tell me that I wasn't doing him any good. He couldn't feel me. I ignored them without being rude, and continued. My husband never questioned me. He sat and watched with tears in his eyes, and took over when my hands ached so bad I couldn't go on.
Even with my renewed strength, he wasn't getting any better. That was okay with me, because he wasn't getting any worse. I was determined to help him come back to us. I BELIEVED he would come back to us. I sang to him, talked to him, prayed with him, and treated him just like a normal child, while the nurses and doctors shook their heads.
During this time, my husband didn't know much 0f what to say or do, he was just there to help me, and support me, to the best of his ability. Then it happened. The miracle I hadn't even been looking for. As we sat by his bed for the 4th month in a row, my husband and I had dozed off in a chair that we both had squeezed into to find comfort in each other.
I felt something. Something that even scared me a little. I felt my husband's arm tighten around me. I was frightened a bit, because I saw something that no words can possibly describe.
A light, A soft, non-descript light, At first, no form, no shape. I saw it move over the head of Joshua's bed, and hover. Breathless, I was afraid to move for fear of this light. I first thought that it was coming to take my baby to heaven. I felt a cold peircing stab of pain in my heart. I started to cry. I tried to get up, but my husband's arm held me tight. That's when I realized that he too, was aware of the presence. I watched as this light began to take form. Nothing like what you think of when you think of an angel, but a shape. As it was taking this shape, I saw it bend over and softly put it's face to my son's head where the tubes were coming out. Then, as quickly as it had came, it was gone. I felt a sort of confusion. I looked around, and everyone in the room was still doing their nightly duties. After a moment, I realized that no one else, but my husband and I, had witnessed this light. We didn't say it out loud, even to each other, but we both knew at that moment, what had happened.
Joshua went through one more surgery after that to put a permanent shunt in place. This happened three days after our angel visited. Within one week, Joshua came home. He was still plaqued with paralysis on his left side, and blindness in his right eye, and he had to relearn everything that he had been able to do before his illness, but he was home. He knew us. He could smile, even though it was lop-sided! We went through months of rehabilitation, and years of medications to keep the seizures at bay, but Joshua continued to thrive. He regained his sight, his hearing, and is no longer paralyzed. He graduated from high school, drives a car, and if you didn't know him when he was sick, you would not be able to tell anything had happened to him.
My husband and I have not seen Joshua's angel since, but we know that his angel made itself visible to us for that brief moment, to give us the strength and courage to fight for our son's life. My husband and I praise God for the wonderful gift He gave us.
In His Name John & Tanya Luke
tluke1@worldnet.att.net
I would just like to take this moment to say once again Thank you to all of you for your stories, They are really a true inspiration to others I know, And I'm sure it was hard for some to relive their memories,and this is what really makes you a true angel if I may , for doing so. To share with others to give them that ray of hope to see that miracles really do happen, It may be you a reader down the road or someone you know, that might find yourself in a situation, that just might bring your thoughts back to these true stories, to give you help and guidance that you need.I know especially how hard it was for Tanya to just share her story as I remember the day I made my son's page, But I thank you Tanya from the bottom of my heart,
for doing so, May GOD continue to Bless You and your family always, And to Joshua may you always remember what a true gift of GOD you are, Spread his word and his Praise..
Always remember God is
The Creator of all
His power is awesome,
so when ever you need his help
Pray To God in Jesus Name
and you will recieve.
Jesus said in the Holy Bible
the only way to God the Father
is Threw the Son of God...
Thanks to those who shared their stories with us may GOD Bless.
Here is a small token of my love and appreciation for you to place any where on your page, for the love and peace that you have shared with us all.
Peace Dove may peace be with you...
Rose of beauty sharing from within
My Son
Brytons Guardian Angel story is in his guardian room if you have missed it.
you can get your own
Guardian angel by clicking here
If you have a story you would like to share e-mail me!!!!
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