"Do not forget to entertain strangers, you may have entertained angels, unaware". - Bible, Hebrews 13:12
An angel's healing presence has accompanied me from listening and playing with my angels from childhood to adulthood. When all I knew were stinging, hot tears, a vision of the world settling and going to sleep, [I would] see a streak of rainbow, a message of light in the dark no matter what the situation.
To highlight just one experience: [Something] happened during my miscarriage. I was home with my 3-year-old daughter. At the time, my husband was at work. I was four months pregnant. It was evening and I didn't feel right. I ignored [the pain] yet found myself kneeling on a kitchen chair, staring out the window, and realized I was "biting" the back of the chair.I was holding my stomach so hard I could not move. There were teeth marks on the back of the chair. The pain was two minutes apart. I called my husband and told him I was on my way to the hospital and would drop off our 3-year-old with friends. He said he would meet me at the hospital. I did not know how I would drive the car.
"It’s okay, you will make it,” a Voice said. "Go this way, hold onto this, go slow, you will be okay.” The Voice kept talking to me--the entire ride, it seemed arms were holding me and hands were holding mine over the steering wheel.
When I arrived at the hospital, the nurse took one look at me and rushed me into the ER. After vitals and an exam, the words "inevitable abortion" shot through the room. In my hysteria, I was whisked away to the operating room and received meds and "a procedure" to address the "problem.”
I woke up in a daze. My husband met me then. No one spoke. We were numb. I drifted off and he went home. I woke up up in a room with three empty beds. The Voice whispered again, "It was a little boy.” It was one week before Christmas.
I learned I was in the "problem" room on the floor with all the new mothers and babies. I felt empty, dazed, and scared. My world crumbled. I could not eat, sleep or go forward. I was inconsolable.
It was 2 am and I could not sleep. I heard rustling in the hallway and I walked out into the hall and went to see all the new babies. I just stared, riveted to the spot.
"So which one is yours?," a lady asked. I looked up--a very warm, smiling lady with beautiful eyes stood gazing at me.
"I don't have one. They put me in the problem room," I replied. I was barely able to speak, tears were falling so fast I could not see the lady or the floor.
"Yes," I replied. "I lost my baby. I am not doing very good, especially now, one week before Christmas."
The lady answered, "I don't have anything to do right now. How about we visit in your room for a while?"
"Okay," I replied. I was so numb, I did not care one way or the other what happened. I didn't notice the time or how long we were together until the nurse came in and told me they were bringing breakfast. It was 6:45 am. The lady stayed with me all night--we talked about life, loss, blessings, and going forward. Her words were cool healing rain in a parched desert of pain. I soaked in her light, I soaked in her words. Who was this lady?
She said her name was Ruth. She was from somewhere around here. I thanked her profusely for her company. I told her I would never forget her kindness and was very lucky to have met her. I asked her for her address and phone number. She took out a card and wrote the information, handed it to me, and I put it in my purse. I hugged her and she left.
Time passed and I was home trying to make a Christmas for my daughter and family. I was not into the holiday, I was so sad. Going through the motions, I happened to find the card the lady gave me in my purse. The front of the card had a picture of stained glass windows. Inside the card she had written, "Even through stained glass windows, God's Light will shine. You will be okay. God loves you. Love, Ruth"
I decided to call—"We're sorry,” the recording said, “there is no such number." I tried several times; same response. I sat down and decided to send her a thank you card—I sent a beautiful card with an invitation to visit. In a few days, I received my card back, but it was stamped: "RETURN TO SENDER. ADDRESS UNKNOWN." No such address. No such person. This person did not exist. Or did she?
This "lady" was a special angel sent to me exactly when I needed her, even in the middle of the night. Her healing presence of love, light, and divine grace melted the cuts, bruises, and scars of my heart. She dried my tears with a smile and sent me on my way. I discovered I now have my own special angel waiting for me—I named him Michael, after my special guardian, Archangel Michael. He is with me all the time; he is my heart song.
God does love me, the lady was right. During trying times, I often remember her message. I will never be the same. God promised, "I will not leave you comfortless." He didn't. I am eternally grateful.