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Friday, January 31, 2014

Angels in our midst?

Do you believe in angels?
Do you think they are among us? Protecting us and covering us from harm and danger?
I can say that I'm in between because i never really encountered a real life experience..
I know there ARE angels among us because I trust that they protect us and keep us safe. We usually call them our Guardian Angels.
Even though I've never met mine before but I'm very thankful because by just knowing my angel is with me I feel much safer. Angels are sent by God to protect us. Cool isn't it? It's like having your very own personal bodyguard.
Lately, I've been thinking about angels again. I don't know why but there's was this incident that happened years ago when i was still quite young but i have a good memory to remember clearly what happened. I didn't know much about angels then but i think i might just had witnessed something that i will never forget as long as i live.
The story began like this:
My sisters were both in the bathroom bathing, since they were still small my parents didn't allow them to lock the door in case they couldn't open it later. So the door was slightly opened. Inside the bathroom there was this mini sink where you could wash your face from. It was old and shaky. My parents did everything they could to keep it steady so that it will not fall off.
As they were having fun splashing water everywhere, i was walking pass the bathroom, suddenly I saw a hand holding on to the sink. Then, BANG!!!
The sink fell and crashed! We all had the shock of our lives! Quickly my parents rushed to the bathroom and asked if my sisters were alright. After getting them out of there safely, a thorough body checkup was being done. Not a single scratch was to be found. Was it possible? The sink was made of porcelain. It was broken into a million pieces, and they weren't hurt at all.
I told my parents that i saw a hand holding the sink, could it be one of them pulled at the sink, that's why it fell off?
But like i said, i was young and no one trusted me. And both my sisters said they weren't anywhere near the sink.
Soon the incident was forgotten. A few years passed then suddenly i just had this thought.
I asked my sisters again and still they had the same answer. So i decided to think back, back where i SAW the hand holding on to the sink.
I realised something, my sisters' hands were small, so it was impossible for their hand to be so big, like the hand i SAW holding on to the sink. The hand was definitely a woman's hand, slender.
I decided to keep quiet about it until i can't stand it anymore. So i brought up the topic to  my mom. She was amazed and told me that it must have been a guardian angel protecting them.
So, all this while i got it wrong, i thought the hand belonged to one of my sisters but actually it wasn't!
I don't know if i consider myself lucky seeing an angel's hand. But God is great and He protected my sisters from getting injured.


Another story just happened last year...
I was on holidays and was spending time at home. It was a windy afternoon. I decided to pick out the dry clothes and fold it. Just then, i saw my dad coming down from the stairs, he was quiet, which seemed unusual to me. So, out of curiosity, i guess, i followed him until the kitchen, but the thing was, when i arrived. there was no one there.
Suddenly, i called out to him and the reply came from the living room, in front! I went back and saw that he was wearing a grey shirt. Funny, because earlier, i saw him wearing an orange-stripe shirt.
I told my dad about it and he shook it off easily ( I didn't tell him about the shirt colour), but i just can't. I thought about it for a long time. Around 5pm, he got ready to go to the park. After changing his clothes, he came down. And this time I got the shock of my life. He was wearing an orange-striped shirt!
Could it be, that i saw my father's guardian angel????
Well, something to ponder about...

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