Sep 23, 2009 -- 9:28AM, Stephaniebakers wrote:

i BELEIVE YOUR STORY ABOUT THE ANGELS, AS I BELEIEV THE WHITE ORBS TO BE THAT OF THE HOLY SPIRIT DELIVERING YOUR SISTER MSG TO COME BACK SAFELY.WHITE LIGHT REEPRESENT THE HOLY SPIRIT AND WHAT ABETTER WAY TO TRAVEL XCEPT THROUGHT THE ORBS. GOD TRULY WAS AT WORK HERE.

GOD BLESS

Wow - thank you for saying this.  My healing has really been rough, but when I focus on God and love, and the strength of love - I feel better.  I have a strong feeling and belief, now, that love IS powerful.  I was confused, scared and lonely, and it's the thought that God still loves me even though I'm impaired - this makes me feel so much better.

I most definately can vouch that Angels watch over us. Quite a few years ago ( in the mid 90's) I had a job in wich I had a rather long commute. One evening as I was approaching the end of the highway I was trying to decide which way to turn to get to a filling station asap...as the one-ton HUGE car I was driving (1986 Oldsmobile) was literally  running on fumes. I stayed in the left lane upon decising wich station off the highway was closest...Then, a little voice inside my head told me that I should move my car over to the right lane and go that way instead. I told myself no, the car won't make it that far, again , the voice told me it would all be ok and I didn't have to worry about it---but I RESISTED. To my astonishment I then heard a voice, VERY VERY CLEARLY over my right shoulder that spoke in a voice I will never forget. It was VERY FIRM yet compassionate, it didn't seem to be of any particulat gender. The words spoken to me were this "I SAID, YOU NEED TO MOVE YOUR CAR TO THE RIGHT LANE...AND YOU NEED TO MOVE NOWWWW!!!"  Without ANY hesitation I moved the car over, sitting there dumbfounded and thinking I'd surely lost my mind... as I was sitting there I heard the incredibly loud sound of brakes being slammed on and as I was thinking that someone was about to get hit  and BAM...My vehicle was slammed from behind by another car.  After the hit I sat in the car for a matter of minutes because once again I simply sat in disbelief...at the moment of impact I felt ...WINGS... wrapped around me...so TIGHT AND FIRM....  WINGS   ...My body was not hurt or thrust forward in ANY way, not a bruise or scratch anywhere, yet the impact of the vehicle had totaled my huge car. The door to get me out, had to have two men pry it open. Upon getting out I saw the car had been pushed approximately 12 feet, twisted like a wash-rag and up-ended onto a hitch-ball of a truck in front of me. The driver of the truck brought me to the side of the road and as I sat there in wonderment the driver of the vehicle behind mine that hit me began to approach us. His smaller car was GONE...destroyed, all the way up to the dashboard area. We three sat there and when the first officer you had arrived came to talk to he told the young man who hit me that he was a very lucky guy, that if I hadn't moved my car when I did that he'd be dead as his car would have gone under the truck in front of me and be-headed him..........he only had a small cut on his forehead...that WAS IT !!!  When the officer walked away the young man looked at me and said..."I'm luckier than he could imagine".  I asked how...he replied "I could SWEAR, and you are going to think I'm nuts, but I could SWEAR that when I hit you I felt wings wrap around me, SOMETHING held me, I should be dead.........." I knew then that the voice "In my head" was that Angel telling me to move my car, using it as an intrument to save another being who's time hadn't come yet, not had mine. From that day on I LISTEN to that little voice in my head, whether I think it's nuts or not!

Stardove... OH, those kind of angel stories.  Now I understand.  I see angels in the clouds all the time.  Every time we get in the car I ask the angels to ride with us, to protect us and see us safely to our destination and return.

There is, however, one angel story I neglected to tell, and it is the most important.  In April 2001 it was necessary to put my 96-year old mother into the hospital.  Four years previously she had fallen, broken her hip, then fallen, broken her other hip before leaving the hospital; while in the hospital suffered a stroke and heart attack (that at the age of 92).  She remained in the hospital for 6 months.  When she left the hospital she was unable to care for herself; because of a fall I had in 1998, I was unable to care for her in my home, but my daughter took her into hers and cared for her with the help of visiting nurses.

While in the Nursing Care Facility in the hospital she had developed "bed sores" and these required "wound care" at home.  My daughter cared for her and cleared all of these up.  Unfortunately, during the last year, one of the visiting nurses my daughter complained to the Provider that she was dissatisfied with her service and noticed my mother was not receiving the care my daughter felt she had received in the past and a spot was beginning to develop.  As a result, the spot on her foot turned "septic" and the wound care specialist advised that amputation was the only humane thing to do; otherwise an inhumane death would occur.  We were devastated.  She survived the amputation, was doing well, scheduled to go home after three days, and then took a turn for the worse.  My daughter and I, her husband, and my granddaughter were sitting in the room with her when a doctor came in to speak with me about the resuscitation order (he introduced himself as "Dr. _____" and if I wanted extraordinary means taken, to which I responded "no" (that had been "her" decision to me all along, she and I had discussed it many times).  My daughter balked and the doctor explained to both of us that at her age she was so fragile to do any chest compressions would merely break her bones.  Still my daughter thought some means should be taken.  I asked the daughter to excuse us for just a moment we would be right back and I took her to an empty room.  I talked to her for a few minutes, explained the many conversations mom and I had had, she being a nurse herself, and her feelings, and though my daughter didn't like the idea, she accepted it.  We went back to the room, the doctor had left but told my son-in-law he would be down the hall.

We went to the nurses station looking for him.  No doctor anywhere.  We asked the nurses about Dr. ________.  Wasn't there.  There was a Dr. in respiratory by that name but he was not there that night either.  An angel?  I believe so. 

So, for the first time, I held my mother's hand and gave her permission to go.  96 years is a long time to hold on to someone you love so much.  She wasn't mine all that time.  I didn't come into her life until she was 39 and I was 3, guess that is why I didn't want to lose her.