Angels are fascinating beings. Some people believe they exist and others believe they are a fantasy. I believe they exist and not because I read it in a book or heard stories about them.
So I want to share my perception of Angels.
There are different Angels with different assignments throughout the heavens and earth. Some minister to God in heaven and others minister to man on earth.
Angels are spirit beings that can manifest themselves as human beings when their assignment calls for that transition.
I’ve always believed there were Angels but I never gave much thought about where they were and what they looked like. At one point in my life I started asking The Lord to see my Angels that watch over me. The day came when my prayers were answered. I saw two enormous beings standing in front of my living room window conversing with each other. I don’t know if it was a natural or spiritual experience, but I do know what I saw. After that experience there was no way I could believe Angels are those chubby babies that sit on Jesus’ lap and shoulders.
Since I had that divine experience I’ve had many occasions to experience the presence of my Angels. I’ve also had revelations of how they protected me since I was a child. I am grateful to have Angel assistance in my life.
Have you had an encounter with an Angel?
Statue of a Warrior Angel
A memorable time for me and three of my grandchildren before I moved to another state was going to the zoo’s light show.
Every year the Zoo is decorated with millions of beautiful lights and hosts various festivities to celebrate the holiday season between Thanksgiving and Christmas.
I decided to take my grandchildren for an enjoyable time. It was our first time at this event. In spite of the cold we had a wonderful time. No one complained. It was a surreal time. When I think about that day I can still feel the peace and calm that we experienced on our adventure.
We made our way through the zoo enjoying the light show and the animals. I also took pictures to remember the outing but they didn’t come out well because it was night. In spite of the pictures not turning out I have a picture in my heart that will last a lifetime.
Do you have any memorable times hidden in your heart?
One of my very favorite vegetables to eat is yams. Writing about them makes me want to put aside this blog, head for the kitchen and cut some up as fries. I think I’ll hold off until another time and stick to blogging.
I prefer yams over white potatoes. My favorite way to eat them is as baked fries. I cut the yams up, toss them in healthy oil and bake them in the oven up to 25 minutes. They go really good with sautéed spinach or roasted asparagus. For me they are good with everything.
I also love pie made from yams. My Mother made the best pie. I can’t make a pie as good as she did and I haven’t found anyone that could.
The way I least like yams fixed is candied. Sugaring them up overpowers the wonderful sweet taste that is already built-in them. If you want something that sweet, eat a piece of Pecan pie. Yams are healthier when they are minimally altered.
Do you like yams? What’s your favorite way to eat them?
When I was a child the first instrument I encountered was a xylophone. It was an interesting strange-looking and sounding thing that had to be pounded with a stick that has a knob on the end. Ping, ping, plunk, plunk were the only sounds I could make. I didn’t have a clue what to do with the xylophone but I had fun banging on it.
In the years since I’ve heard beautiful music created by skilled musicians that changed what I thought about the xylophone.
When my children where little I bought them a xylophone.I went through the ping, ping, and plunk, plunk with them. I would join in with them and we made a lot of noise and had a fun doing it.
I never learned to make beautiful music on the xylophone but I had fun making plenty noise.
Have you ever had the opportunity to make beautiful music?
Since I was a little girl I wanted to be a writer. I wanted to write Children’s books, poetry, songs, magazine articles and recipe books.
Fear has been the major culprit in keeping me from fulfilling my dream. Every time I’d start thinking about moving forward fear whispered “you don’t know how to do that”. Where would you start? How do you know what kids want to read? Who would know that is a song let alone want to sing it. A magazine article? Yeah right. You have to cook all the recipes to write a recipe book plus there are many recipe books out there already. Many excuses swirling around in my head. Away went the pencil and paper.
Someone told me to start to journal. I bought a journal (many over the years) but never completed any. I read what I’d written. I laughed at myself and come to the conclusion that I must be nuts. I sounded like I was whining about some issue or another. Embarrassment would arise and I’d rip those pages out so no one could read them.
Though my fears kept me from working to accomplish my goal I have written a few things. I kept them to myself until I started blogging.I didn’t want anyone to say negative things and hurt my feelings. I’m getting bolder and I’ve decided that anything negative will be turned around as a positive to propel me forward to accomplish what I’ve always known I’m suppose to do.
What do you need to get over to move into what you know you are to do?