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Wednesday, October 22, 2008

Touched By An Angel Or Two

Updated to add: KT left a comment below. Go check it out! Coincidence...I don't think so. Goose bumps. Also, Mom had the heart attack on November 19th, 2006, for those of you who were curious of the date. I can always remember it was around Thanksgiving. Sister C and I shared that Thanksgiving all by ourselves.......another post.....another day.


For some reason this morning I was reminded of an instance when my sister P and I was visited by an angel or two. Before I tell the story, today was one of those mornings. You know, the kind where you wake up late, and have 1,200 things to do before you head to work. Not a pretty site. Lots of hurry up, we are running late, pants to iron, no clean jeans, wrong choice of jacket....get my driff:) Bus or no bus, the boys were going to eat the ham and cheese biscuits that I made:), whether they brushed teeth or not...sorry KT....those bicuits were going to be digested:)

We managed to catch the bus. I feel regret for getting in such a tissy and not hugging the boys one more time, and kiss Hubby goodbye to add another 5 years:), I need him around ya'll to keep me straight. Then all of a sudden as I'm applying mascara while brushing my teeth:), God just flooded my mind with this:

Some 2 years ago......

My sister P and I were at the hospital with Mom. This was when she had her heart attack. We were waiting, when the nurse requested we come back, because Mom seemed to do better when one of us was with her. As we were visiting, Mom just went out on us. The machine was showing the flat line. The next thing we knew, the room was filled with lots of people. And we were taken by the arms and escorted out.

As we sat waiting, the first angel came. She was great. She talked us through the whole ordeal. Keeping us focused on God and what He can do. To which He did. He brought her back to us.

Earlier that morning, as we were trying to catch some zzzz's in our straight chairs in the waiting room, we were starving. The kind of hunger where I didn't think I could even get out of my chair, I was so weak. We would just set there, numb and look at each other, like now what. We know we need to eat, but we cannot muster enough strength to actually get up. As we sat there in a room full of people, here comes angel #2. He walked straight over to me and handed me a Hardee's bag. In it was several hot biscuits of all varieties. He said he wanted to share these with me. Sister and I got up and went to find him, after he walked out, to thank him. We couldn't find him anywhere.

Why this was so real to me this morning, I have no idea.

Maybe it's for you.

Maybe it was to remind me to stop and smell the roses before my children are grown.

Maybe to remind me that God supplied our needs that day. Waiting for a new heart is difficult on so many levels. It has really been weighing on me lately, because I know it has Mom. Maybe this recollection of that day, is God's way of showing me.... He can. He will. In His time. In His way.

Maybe to show me that when I have a conviction to do something out of the ordinary for someone...I should obey.

Whether you've heard me tell this a time or two, I just couldn't shake it this morning. It was so real! Blessed my heart...again!! I love to feel the Sweet Holy Spirit. Especially on days when I feel as if I didn't deserve it. God is that good. He loves me even when I complain, or when I'm upset, or when I'm ill as Deb puts it:) He loves me through it all.

I want to praise Him today. I want the world to know that I serve a risen Savior who supplies all our needs!

Carrie

9 comments:

Lisa @ The Preacher's Wife said...

Don't you just marvel over those things?

I have no doubt God is already working out your mom's healing and that it will come just in time - as always.

Love you my friend!

Lisa

pallday said...

Oh, I remember it sis but I needed to be reminded. Thanks for sharing this today...I needed to feel His Holy Spirit! God is so good!!

K. Tilley said...

Ooooo, It makes my skin get goose bumps but I promise you, just this morning, I thought it has to be about the time Mrs. K had her heart attack.....Amazing!! God really outdone himself when he made Angels. Great post with a great reminder of our Awesome God!

Britt said...

maybe this post was for me...because I need to be reminded that He is in control and somewhere out there, He is taking care of my missing girl. Thank-you for this post.

Karri said...

Thank you so much for this post. I have been missing my mom terribly this week. Your post reminded me that I could be making better use of my time praying for someone else's healing instead of wallowing in self-pity. So, I promise you and your family for everytime I think of my mom in heaven, I will pray for your mother's healing here on earth. Love to u and all your family!

Anonymous said...

Well...I can hardly see the screen for the tears. I also needed to be reminded of our Great and Powerful God Almighty. My morning was just like yours and when I sat down in the car after yelling hurry, hurry, your going to be late....I thought, you should be ashamed of yourself....what a way to start your kids day off. Then when I get to the school to drop them off my voice softens and I say "Bye,I love you, do good"....I'm thinking that means nothing! Lord Forgive me!! I Love ya girl and I will continue to lift your Mom up to the Lord!!
Wendy

Cindy said...

God does meet all of our needs whether we know we have them or not. He is always with us.

Continuing to uphold your mom.

Blessings, Cindy

Cheryl said...

Thanks so much for a great reminder Carrie! God is so good~I have been touched by an angel or two myself! You are so blessed to have such a great Mom! Thanks for sharing your heart~~

Deedra said...

Thank you for this post! It's always good to be reminded of the angels among us. Several times I have heard my mother in law talk about the night their house burned in 93. It was late and cold and she was bare foot. Two ladies she'd never seen before and hasn't seen since stopped and gave her a pair of shoes. She wears a 5 or 6 shoe and they just fit. She cries every time she tells it, and says that she knows they were angels.