911Infidel
Of course I believe in angels.They are servants of the Lord.Gabriel and Michael come to mind.Each has a specific task.Satan and his demons were once angels until they rebelled.
I notice that there are several veterans who have posted here. Thank you and God Bless you all for your service to our great country. I and many other Christians pray for you every day.
This dude was a set aside.Everyone broke the rules to get him home.
Kind of long but worth the watch.
Ironically the field medic that day was named.
You guessed it....Angel
Hey sweet angel- here's part 5 just in case you see this before you see your e mail.
This did the impossible. I'm speechless. Thank you Lord Jesus for helping them. And saving them.
:-) It was an excellent topic, and I think well needed. Yes, excellent job mr. 911Infidel!
It's a special thread when Angels comment. :-)
A little Angel guided me here. I know, this one is packed full of comments. 911 should be proud. Good topic.
However did you find a way to get a word in edgewise here sweetGB! It took me about a half hour to scroll down through all my yapping. :-)
It's a very personal and emotional thread... I shed a tear or 3 reading the comments... But what they have done for me is restore my faith in God and rekick my beliefs! I posted somewhere below that I saved the original post and all the comments for a time when I will need them... Maybe you might do the same... Might never read them... But then again... you might... You know.
You're right about these stories being personal, I haven't talked about it in a long time. I like many people on this site have been very down since the re-election of zero. That's why I haven't posted. But I'm getting angry again, so I guess I'm back. :)
Haven't posted in awhile, but I feel inspired by your wonderful stories, so here goes...
When my Mother was dying in a nursing home in 1997, I took my 3 young children to say goodbye to her. My youngest was 2 1/2 years old and looked like a cherub himself with beautiful blond curls. In a room filled with heartbroken family, he suddenly started pointing to the corner of the room near the ceiling and shouted "I see pretty ladies."
I like to think they were angels coming to escort our Mother to Heaven. Actually I know they were. Later when planning the funeral, he caught me crying and said "Don't worry, Mam-Mam is ok." I asked him how he knew that. He replied, "The ladies told me."
I believe she saw angels! Such innocent children see them! Their soul hasn't been tempted by the "dark angels" yet... Their soul is pure.. So they see the Angels! I honestly and truly believe that... It's part of my core of belief!
God is GOOD... He sends out his Angles... The Bible is FULL of stories of his Angles!
(takes a deep breath... This is a very very emotional issue for me as it is for you and for all the posters here)....
God Bless.... And... Welcome BACK to the TRS!
I absolutely believe! I have had an angel actually take human form to help me out of a dangerous situation, and then he disappeared. I was in Europe trying to get home and was going to miss my train which would have caused me to miss my flight home. I was dangerously ill and may not have survived if I had to stay another day. My luggage, passport, ticket and money were all put into a locker in the train station at Cologne, Germany. I had an hour to kill till my train left. During the wait, we went across the street to the Cologne Cathedral and prayed. When I went to get my stuff out of the locker, it would not work. the conductor explained to everyone that it was broken and would take 30 minutes to fix. My train was ready to pull out. Out of nowhere a little man appeared and without speaking a word, just helds out his hand. We (hubby and me) handed him our credit card key to the locker and he slipped it in and immediately the "broken" locker opened. No one elses locker would open. We grabbed stuff and literally ran to the train just in time to leave. I looked over my shoulder and said "Danka" which is thank you to the little man who was still standing there. He nodded his head to me, then disappeared. True story. Also...I am a nurse and was the director of a hospice at the time. My mission in hospice was to bring Jesus to the dying - not forced upon them, but in an effort to bring peace and comfort and hope. I hired two wonderful chaplains that visited all our patients and their families. I felt I was doing "Gods work" and actually also felt evil trying to keep me from returning. It was like Satan had hold of my feet, and the angel prevented me from a worse fate. And like it is told, when angels take a physical form to help us, they do not speak. They do what God tells them to and then they leave. Also, this little man was neat as a pin.....all of us other travelers looked disheveled and like we had been traveling for hours. He had no luggage, only himself. He never spoke a word. His eyes were very caring and sad like he knew my struggle. I will never forget it. Also, working with the dying for so many years I have witnessed them seeing angels, hearing music, etc. If you are interested in this, look up the Cologne Cathedral. Miracles have been known to happen there. Right before I left the church, I put my hand on a burial tomb of an Arch Bishop from the the 12th century. I was compelled to do this but didn't know why. I said a silent prayer..."I don't know who you are, but I know that I need you to bless me". Then I left the church to go to the train station. I was blessed. It is real.
I found these stories so inspirational that I didn't want to lose them There will be times in the future when I will need, not want so much as need, to read them again. I thought about printing them out but I don't have the paper or ink. So I took a chance and saved the page as a complete webpage to my computer and it worked! I now have the original article and (at the time of writing this) 167 beautiful and inspired comments from people's hearts. I thought I'd share that as some of you might also like to keep a copy of what is probably the most inspirational article and comments you will ever come across.
Thank you ALL for sharing! God bless you ALL!
Thanks for the suggestion, Wolfie. God Bless all who read this post of RS. And, thanks RS!
I got the feeling as I was reading the comments... That some day... I was going to need to read them again... That saving them wasn't just a good idea, but a very important thing to do. I don't know why, but I could not let this thread go without saving a copy for myself... I bet that's similar to your reasons. Sometimes... We just know what to do... I can't explain it.
Allow me to relate a story that happened back in 2006.
I have a daughter who lives in Vegas. She was graduating from UNLV that year and I decided I was going to ride my motorcycle out for her graduation (I live in Wisconsin). I did some things to the bike and even bought new tires in preparation. Finally the day for departure arrived. I was excited as this would be the longest bike trip I'd ever taken. I left mid-afternoon as my destination for the day was only about five hours away.
I arrived at the motel and all was well. The next morning as I was watching the weather forecast for the area I'd be riding in I noticed a red area on the map. I turned the volume up to find out that the entire area I was anticipating covering that day was looking for high winds, heavy rain and... tornadoes. Now, I don't mind riding in the rain and even a little wind, but that forecast was a little more ominous than I cared for.
After phoning my wife and discussing it with her we decided the best plan was for me to ride home and catch a plane the next day, which I did. When I got back to the city I live in I stopped by a friend's just to catch him up on what was going on.
While we were talking he glanced at my bike and noticed something on one of my brand new tires. A spot that looked like something might be wrong with the front tire. On closer examination we found the tread of the tire was separating from the sidewall.
Had I continued on my ride that day there's a good chance that tire would have given out while I was riding the interstate at 70MPH.They would have had to pick me up with a stick and a spoon.
My Ride Angel was definitely working overtime that day. I believe my life was saved because of the weather. And I don't believe it was coincidental.
Well, we have had a good evening here, discussing things the Liberals would make fun of.
I don't know about you, but I enjoyed it immensely. Let's do it again, as soon as possible.
I bid you goodnight. As always, I enjoy your company.
I enjoyed it greatly too white531. Inspirational too. It's lovely to read such stories and comments about such uplifting and happy events. Especially in this day and age when nearly all the news is bad and dispiriting. I might almost go as far as saying that 911Infidel was inspired to write this as it had such an uplifting affect on most all who read/wrote. But that is up to him to decide. God Bless All Here!
There are hundreds of documented incidents of angels, miraculous healings and more including some by ATHEIST doctors. Some may be found at www.AwesomePower.net
I am just curious about something. I notice that a few of you are reluctant to type the name, "God." Why is that? Are you afraid of typing the name, "God?" Or is it some respect I am not aware of?
Some long time ago, I had the very same question. Answered by the same folks too if I remember correctly. :-) As a Catholic, I thought they were writing "G-D" out of fear of Him and getting His attention. But that apparently was just me. :-)
It's for any Jewish friends who might be on whitefriend. We substitute the o for a - or a *. Jewish folks never type out the Name of G*d. :-)
Why Do Some Jews ( and Christians) Spell "God" G-d?
http://judaism.about.com/od/judaismbasics/a/Why-Do-Some-Jews-Spell-God-G-D.htm
Yes, I have had some very close calls in my life and I feel very strongly that G-d intervened and sent Angels to help me.
Example: I was driving to work in the wee hours of the morning before the sun came up
when my small car was hit by a mack truck.The ambulance came and I was taken immediately to the ER. I was given an MRI and other tests and overheard Nurses and Doctors looking at me and saying it was a miracle. I didn't understand what they were talking about until I actually saw my car a few days later. I was discharged from the hospital soon after the accident, with no injuries, but my car was actually crushed like an accordion and totaled. No-one could understand how I got out of that accident alive. And the truck driver was also unscathed.
I believe that I have been protected more than one time in my life by Angels. And I praise G-d for them!
WOW! I've seen cars and Macs down here grace and the Mac always wins. You definitely were meant for something, and I'm grateful for it! xoxoxo
I guess this was the thread of preference for the evening. We don't always have to talk politics. Actually, politics is only a small part of our existence on this planet.
Even Obama, in all his self-proclaimed glory, is nothing more than an ant on the sidewalk, in the big picture of History. His ideas will fail, his vision of a new world will fail, and he will die a bitter man. Actually, he was a bitter man, when he was born, so nothing has changed.
His legacy will be that he was the absolute worst President the nation ever had. Unlike other Presidents, his Presidential library, will gather dust and be forgotten.
In the History of America, he will be remembered as nothing more than a temporary nightmare.
I don't normally like bad dreams, but that is one nightmare I would welcome every evening.
Here's a thought. Since we are enjoying such an Evangelical evening, how about this?
God put Obama here to wake you up. Using Obama, God just slapped you in the face.
"Wake up, you idiots! Obama is just round one. Obama is just an example of what is coming, if we don't pay more attention to what our politicians are doing."
Point is, this nation is on the wrong path. If we continue on this path, by the time you and I die, there won't be anything left of the America you and I grew up in, and cherished.
Your and my children and grandchildren, will live their lives under the New World Order, that so many are trying their best to create. Unless we do all we can to prevent that from happening.
At this point, that's our best shot.
Whitefriend, well said. I too believe dear leader is who we were given, because so much of society is sick and degenerate, that we were doomed to have such a "leader". This is why folks who claim that social issues in politics don't matter are so wrong, in my humble opinion.
We need a heart change in our nation. I pray we have another chance. I pray we will have time to see a new awakening and revival. But no matter which way things go, God is in control. He wins in the end, and I'm glad to be on His team!! ((()))s
One of my personal experiences when I was maybe 20 - I was cooking a hamburger on a gas stove (yes, in a pan! :D) and a grease splatter hit the flame and flames shot up - they were immediately extinguished as though someone blew it out. ("someone" did!) Scared the crap out of me but I recognized the miracle.
I do believe in angels. My bro in law was on a training mission while in the Army and he got out of the foxhole to smoke a cigarette. Right after that a Jeep barrelled into it. Had he still been in it, he'd have been killed. Another time, his parachute didn't open (he was in 82nd Airborne) and his chute didn't open....he got caught up in a tree and his life was saved, yet again.
Just when I think I might have the guts to ever try skydiving and I hear a story like that. WOW! T- those are amazing stories and I'm glad he was OK both times!!!
Friend of mine was in the 82nd. He told me a story. A guy jumped one time and his chute didn't open. Reserve, same thing. Falling like a rock, he fell dead center into another parachute. It was a rough landing, but they both landed safely.
This isn't as much an angel story as it is a faith that God hears us story. I want to do as our brotherbear suggested and keep the stories coming, because they are SO uplifting when there's so much yucky and evil stuff going on right now.
My dad has a history of heart problems that ran in his family. His dad died when I was 10, he was such a great guy. His brother died when he was 45. Dad has always been active and always tried to take care of himself.
My folks came down to visit me not too long after I moved to Florida, but dad wasn't feeling well. It was warm, October, and the heat seemed to tire him out. Long story short, dad had his first heart attack a couple of days after he and my mom got back home.
Fast forward a few years. One day I got a call from my sister. Dad had another heart attack. This one was a big one. He'd need quadruple bypass surgery, and even then, the doctors could only give him a slim chance of survival. The surgery was going to be the next day.
That night, I could not sleep at all. I hear about the stories of near death experiences where one's life flashes before their eyes. I wasn't dying, but my life with my dad was flashing through my mind. I was a daddy's girl. Every game of catch in the back yard, every vacation, every baseball and hockey game, every talk- even from when I was 4 and he tried to explain what it meant to be adopted. Everything. Finally, I got up at about 3 in the morning, just praying and calling out to God to please let my dad live. I prayed for peace for him, and my mom and for me, that I'd be able to sleep so I could be ready when the news came.
I sat here at my desk trying to calm my nerves, and I happened to look at a calendar on the wall here by my computer. It had Psalm verses for each month. It was June. It was my birthday. The Psalm was 23.
I'd heard bits and pieces of it, it had been read at my nana's funeral. But this time, I opened the Bible, and really read it for the first time- and I was immediately at peace. The most amazing peace I'd ever had. I told Jesus thank you, went back to bed and fell instantly to sleep. The next morning, I called my mom and read it to her. She cried, but thanked me for it, and left for the hospital with my sister.
About 7 hours later, I got the call. Dad came through, operation a complete success. He was in a lot of pain, but doing well.
I got my dad for my birthday. I still have my dad. He's in his upper 80's, still plays golf in the summer, and curls in the winter. God gave me my dad.
I love that you love your dad so much, and that you got him to keep him!
(and I love that he curls!)
It's stories like yours that make me miss my dad even more.
Me too even after ten years! I was a tomboy and, dad's fave (though he would never tell) ;-) I too was adopted ABC. My dad used to say adopted babies are very special babies, they are CHOSEN! That makes twice.......Hallelujah!
Pol, my brother and sister are adopted too- we all came from different families. My brother and I always got along- I remember hanging around him and his friends when they'd let me. He's how I got to be so cool with music lol. But yes, he too has a substance and alcohol abuse problem and that estranged us more than a few times. We still talk, but it's not the same. My sister and I never had much to agree on, and she couldn't stand having her pesky little sister hanging with her and her friends, but she and I get along excellently now. I think absence really does make the heart grow stronger lol- and miles. We'd drive each other batty if we lived close!
PVG- my folks told me the same thing ;-) Ever since I read Michael Reagan's term Twice Adopted, I took that phrase. We adopted kids are blessed arent we!
My brother and sister were adopted and honestly, they were always just what a brother and sister would be. My brother and I are seven years apart. He's had some difficulties in life with substances... but you know thru it all, we've always been close. Growing up, he was amazing…used to ride me everywhere on his bike on his handlebars. We've had a lot of fun…he's great…. My sister is so liberal that she makes Hilary Clinton look conservative. We dont get along because she cant believe I didnt vote for Obama….Since '08 she's still not speaking to me!
I think I was my Grandma's favorite, but she wouldnt tell either ! :-)
Edit: I sent my brother an email, which goes straight to his phone, like a text saying I thought I was Grandmas favorite and he responded: THINK AGAIN. ha
I'm sorry Polsis. I know you loved your dad so very much too, and I'm sorry you've not had him for a while here. I dread that day. Honestly, being so far away from them, I still picture them in my mind how they looked the day I left home. It scares me sometimes to see how much they've aged, but they are still active and healthy- and I am so grateful. I pray I will get to see them again before that dreaded call. But too many things are standing in the way. God knows how much I need to be able to get there if I'm called, and He will provide for me, I am certain of that.
xoxoxo sis.
Uh YEAH! lol. He was Canadian- and he was awesome. One of my favorites and I LOVED it when he and Stevie played together. Amazing talent the both of them. sigh. Gone WAY too soon.
Ohhhh. I've been meaning to ask you…Do you like Jeff Healey? He was amazing and incredible.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MJh3KaIKDAw
While my Guitar Gently Weeps
I just realized the other day that he WAS from Canada…which naturally doesnt mean you would automatically like him, but gosh I have loved his music for such a long time, and NO-ONE ever knew who he was. Sadly he passed away in 2008 from cancer.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kag0TsZzxpw
Angel Eyes
He was blind, due to cancer at the age of one, and having to have his eyes surgically removed. They were replaced, with artifical lenses. He is one of my all time favorites!
…And with Stevie Ray Vaughan. RIP Guys….
Now that would be cool. How awesome. ⚐
I'll be waiting.
Ok. But the offer stands if anything comes up.
I know you would sweet girlfriend. But seriously, I need to get my citizenship first. I appreciate the offer, but seriously, I can't right now. I'd rather you save that money, and use it to come visit at my swearing in. OH HOW COOL would THAT be?!
I know I look amazing at the driving range! Sooo good.
Oh wow I never even thought of health insurance not having reciprocal benefits - esp in the case of an emergency.
I know you wont accept a gift…but i'd happily lend you enough for the passport, any time you want or need it. Im serious and I mean it. Who cares when you pay me. Take 5 years. Take 10. Take….
I know you weren't sweet girl! I didn't mean to make it sound like it. I hope maybe they can too- but the health insurance they'd need for their time down here is crazy expensive too. I know it's a stupid thought, but one of my fears of going up right now, even if I had the means to, would be not being allowed back in the US after my visit. I don't have a passport yet- couldn't ever scrape up the money for it, but the fact that my green card is near due for renewal- I just want to get my citizenship so they'd have to let me back in ;-) I have heard stories of folks not being allowed back in- and that would about kill me. Some day I'll see them again. And yes, while I never did like playing golf, hitting a bucket of balls at the driving range is fun (good way to smack out frustrations lol!) so that'd be something to do :-D
Hey you, I wasnt trying to damper your mood. I was sooo lucky, my dad was around for 92 years, and as you know both during my childhood and then again when I moved back from college I worked with him daily for many many years.
We had a lot of time together and it was awesome.
I hope your parents will be able to come and visit you soon- I KNOW(!!!!) they must miss you terribly.
You can bring your dad to a Florida driving range and watch him hit balls? How fun would that be for him?
I don't believe I can actually comment on that. I can still type, because I still have a keyboard. Problem is, I can't see the computer screen. It's a little blurred. I'm sure there is just something wrong with the monitor. :)
You are the perfect example of someone who has been blessed their entire life. I wish all of us could be so blessed. The world would be such a beautiful place, instead of what it is.
In my next life, I wanna be a Duck.
Seriously, AmericanborninCanada, I have read a lot of stuff you have written. Its always good, but nothing you have ever written, came even close to that.
It will stay with me for days. What a treasure you are.
I think at some point, God took over, and is writing for you.
We've all got your back here my friend. Everyone here looks out for each other. Even if we disagree, we try to do it in a respectful and honorable manner. I just wish everyone in the world was like the folks I meet and chat with here. The fact that there are folks like the ones here keeps my faith strong and helps me keep some hope for humanity. God bless.
LOL Good grief, don't think I haven't thought about it! ;-) I love you whitefriend.
Its an honor that is well deserved.
I think once you get your citizenship, you should run for President. Hell, if Obama can do it, anyone can do it.
lol. Truer words never spoken. I know the feeling. Only when I think I've said something that will bomb, I get a lot of 'likes' lol. Sometimes I say something I think is decent, and well- bomb. I think folks can tell when what we say comes from our hearts- and they share that with us.
Nobody messes with the Duck- I am so blessed because I have more folks watching my back here than I ever had in real life- and it's an honor.
Sometimes I just put my fingers on the keyboard, like right now, and they just start typing. I don't always know where the words come from, but they always seem to come.
The Santelli Rants I come up with sometimes, are the same thing. When I start typing, I don't know what will come of it. Sometimes I hit a home run. Sometimes I strike out.
That is the best thing about Conservative venues. Everything is presented here, and everyone gets to comment. Your comments either win or lose, but even when you lose, you lose with friends watching your back.
I have an additional advantage. Nobody messes with the Duck.
He's done that for me before whitefriend. On my blog sometimes. It's not a hollywood spooky God takes me over type of thing, but once in a while if there's a message He wants me to say, He gives me the words to say it.
It was from my heart this one, but I thank you so much for your sweet words. You mean a lot to me whitefriend.
I admit, I teared up typing it, remembering. Thank you for your sweet words whitefriend. In your next life, you'll be hanging around with this duck- believe sweet friend, and it's going to be an awesome reunion some day. ((((())))s
Both of ye in a duck paradise where ducks are free to fly and swim and never have anything to worry about. :-) Ducky Heaven on Earth!
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