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Are You The One?

Posted by AngelBaby on June 3, 2010

People often ask how they can “get in touch with their guardian angel.” Unless you spend time with a friend, it’s difficult to recognize his voice, isn’t it? The same is true with angels: they want to be in touch so they can guide and comfort you, and keep you on the path that leads to God. The more time you spend with them, the closer you will come to that unity. To Fran, it’s natural:

“I was sitting at St. John Neumann’s Shrine on his feast day in the church upstairs,” she says. “There were hundreds of people there, waiting to attend mass, and the choir was lining up in the back,” she says. Suddenly Fran got the urge to go to confession before Mass, but there were no lights on in any of the confessionals. (Lights on means a priest is hearing confession inside.) However, she did see a priest coming down the aisle toward her, AWAY from the confessionals. Fran has a deep friendship with her guardian angel, so what happened next was not unusual. Read the rest of the story here ………

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Grandma’s Hands

Posted by AngelBaby on May 8, 2010

I am re-posting this beautiful story in honor of mother’s all over the world. To all of you wonderful mothers out there Happy Mother’s Day! I hope you enjoy this story as much as I did – let me know.

This is a picture of five generations of women in one family.

Happy Mother’s Day!

Grandma, some ninety plus years, sat feebly on the patio bench. She didn’t move, just sat with her head down staring at her hands.

When I sat down beside her she didn’t acknowledge my presence and the longer I sat I wondered if she was OK.

Finally, not really wanting to disturb her but wanting to check on her at the same time, I asked her if she was OK. She raised her head and looked at me and smiled. ‘Yes, I’m fine, thank you for asking,’ she said in a clear strong voice.

‘I didn’t mean to disturb you, grandma, but you were just sitting here staring at your hands and I wanted to make sure you were OK,’ I explained to her.

‘Have you ever looked at your hands,’ she asked. ‘I mean really looked at your hands?’

I slowly opened my hands and stared down at them. I turned them over, palms up and then palms down. No, I guess I had never really looked at my hands as I tried to figure out the point she was making.

Grandma smiled and related this story:

‘Stop and think for a moment about the hands you have, how they have served you well throughout your years. These hands, though wrinkled shriveled and weak have been the tools I have used all my life to reach out and grab and embrace life.

‘They braced and caught my fall when as a toddler I crashed upon the floor.

They put food in my mouth and clothes on my back. As a child, my mother taught me to fold them in prayer. They tied my shoes and pulled on my boots. They held my husband and wiped my tears when he went off to war.

‘They have been dirty, scraped and raw, swollen and bent. They were uneasy and clumsy when I tried to hold my newborn son. Decorated with my wedding band they showed the world that I was married and loved someone special.

They wrote my letters to him and trembled and shook when I buried my parents and spouse.

‘They have held my children and grandchildren, consoled neighbors, and shook in fists of anger when I didn’t understand.

They have covered my face, combed my hair, and washed and cleansed the rest of my body. They have been sticky and wet, bent and broken, dried and raw. And to this day when not much of anything else of me works real well these hands hold me up, lay me down, and again continue to fold in prayer.

‘These hands are the mark of where I’ve been and the ruggedness of life.

But more importantly it will be these hands that God will reach out and take when he leads me home. And with my hands He will lift me to His side and there I will use these hands to touch the face of Christ.

I will never look at my hands the same again. But I remember God reached out and took my grandma’s hands and led her home.

When my hands are hurt or sore or when I stroke the face of my children and husband I think of grandma. I know she has been stroked and caressed and held by the hands of God.

I too, want to touch the face of God and feel His hands upon my face.

I hope you have a wonderful, loving Mother’s Day!

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Mom and the Angel ………..

Posted by AngelBaby on March 5, 2010

Eva and her mother were at the hospital, sitting at the bedside of her father. He was very ill and hadn’t spoken in several days. Eva was feeling a little desperate; she and her mother had prayed so hard, but it looked as if her father was not going to recover.

“Suddenly Dad began speaking, and praising the Lord!” Eva said. “It seemed as if he was seeing Jesus. Less than a half hour later, he died.” As machines shut down, several nurses came into the room to check his pulse and do a final examination. Eva’s mother was devastated, so when the nurses left the room, Eva went with them.
She thought her mother might need some time alone.

Eva, of course, was also grieving, but that memory of her father’s vision had made her feel—almost joyful. What had he seen during those last moments? Soon she went back to his room, but now there was …… read the rest of the story here ……….

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The Soldier and the Angels

Posted by AngelBaby on February 4, 2010


Dennis Fredrickson of Culver City, California, was drafted into the military during the Vietnam War, and like many servicemen and women, he believes in small miracles. When you’ve come that close to death, veterans say, it’s easy to recognize the hand of God.

In fact, Dennis believes that the first miracle he received during this time was a case of double pneumonia from standing guard duty out in the rain all night on the base in Oklahoma, and then working a 20-hour shift before finally going to the hospital. “Spinal meningitis was going around then,” he says, “and although I didn’t get it, the pneumonia was probably the reason that I was not sent to Vietnam, but to Germany.”

He was a good soldier and moved up in rank. “One day we received a call that bullets could be heard overhead,” Dennis says. “My sergeant and I went out to investigate. Sure enough, we could hear the whiz of bullets flying thru the air.” But who was shooting? There was no war going on here. The men finally ………. read the rest of the story here …

Do you have a story about an encounter with an Angel? I would love to hear your stories about Angels so please share them with me.

Love and Blessings,

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‘Angel’ Saves an 11 Year Old Boy …..

Posted by AngelBaby on January 15, 2010

Austin Forman, an 11-year-old who lives in the brutal climate, knows his chores are a necessity, not a task to do at leisure, so last Saturday afternoon, about 4 p.m., he himself noticed the fire was getting low. So he bundled up and went to fetch a couple of wheelbarrow loads from the backyard woodshed.

As he made his way back to the house in the mid-winter darkness, pushing his second load, he heard crunching on the snow. He stopped just long enough to see a huge shadow appear, and as the shadow charged, his Golden Retriever, who oddly on this day had never left his side instead of cavorting in the snow, also lunged, leaping over the covered lawnmower to collide in midair with a very large cougar, also known as a mountain lion.

There had been vague reports of a cougar in the area, but Angel, his lab, was suddenly in a fierce do-or-die fight with the intimidating cat. “I was terrified. Read the rest of the story here …………

Love and Blessings,

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A scary dark night ….

Posted by AngelBaby on January 1, 2010

I’m from Mexico and I have worked together with Angels since some years ago. That is when I came to be in touch with my Protector (Guardian) Angel, I know his name but he is shy. Well I have a real story about Angels of protection (Guardian).

On January 2nd 2006, I was walking trough the streets of my birthplace, when around 7 pm and I could see people running down the street in the dark of the night, suddenly I saw a guy come running at me and I continued walking calmly, suddenly he grabbed me and he told me to give him my purse, I had a new cellular phone and my paycheck also some extra money to make some payments. I looked all around and nobody was there, I thought he would hurt me and the only thing I could think of ……….. read the rest of the story here


Do you have a story to tell? I would love to hear you story and share it with everyone. Let me know.

Love and Blessings,

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Panic in the Surf

Posted by AngelBaby on June 29, 2009


Jan and Lee, a teenage couple, had gone to Huntington Beach, California, rather late on a weekday. Maybe this was why there were no lifeguards stationed along the shore, and hardly any people there either. “The waves were huge,” Jan says. “There was a storm at sea, and the waves were breaking in sets, one after another, some really far from shore.” The few sunbathers left on shore were packing up to leave.

But Jan wanted to impress her boyfriend. “Let’s go in!” she suggested enthusiastically (even though the waves were quite intimidating.) Lee was obviously smarter, and decided right then and there to stay on shore and spread out the blanket. Jan shrugged and ventured into the high surf alone. “Before I knew what was happening, the waves got even bigger,” she remembers. “I wasn’t that far out, but as I tried to get back to the beach I lost my footing, and couldn’t touch the bottom to propel myself toward shore.”

The enormous waves broke over Jan’s head, making it almost impossible for her to see the shoreline. Disoriented, she felt like a helpless cork, unable to fight the current no matter how hard she swam against it. Couldn’t Lee see her? read more here ……….

Love and Blessings,