My beautiful Angel....

 I don't actually know who she is, I just know I belong to her.. Or, her to me.. Probably both.. About 20 yrs after the apparition, and maybe 5 after the Jesus on the Cross, I saw my beautiful lady again.. Was working by myself at my brother's cabinet shop, which at the time had no running water, and I stepped outside to wash the stain off my hands.. As I squatted down, I noticed the amazing sunset taking place, so I stood up to step away from the shop and get the full view of the sky.. As I did, I realized that just to the left (south) of the sun, was this HUGE angel.. She appeared to have just landed on the only other cloud in the sky, had one foot resting on the highest part of that cloud, and was facing me, looking toward the north (my right).. If you stand facing the sky, and stretch your arms out completely while putting your hands about 18"-24" apart (tall, not wide), that is how much of the sky she took up.. She was as crystal clear (perfectly focused?) as my Jesus on the Cross, the Pentagram, and the apparition were.. In black and white I guess you could say.. Before I go any further, I must tell you, it took probably another 5 yrs before it hit me one day that these two women were in fact the same.. (The angel and the apparition..) Anyway, I was standing out in the middle of BFM, yelling my fool head off at this angel, knowing I was really seeing what I was seeing, and wondering who else might be witnessing this... She was not small, and she did not leave quickly.. It wasn't a cloud that looked like an angel.. It was an angel that looked like a cloud.. Same way with my Jesus and the Pentagram..   Anyway, she was dressed exactly like my apparition, and looked identical also.. (Makes me wonder why I had to tell this story a thousand times to make that connection!!)  Light colored hair, bangs, hair softly falling around her shoulders, flipped under.. Her wings were AHHH-MAZING!!! The most beautiful set of full length wings I have ever seen.. I could make out every single feather on them.. Who would've thought that wings were made of feathers?? Haha!! She was staring toward Ozark (my north), and over the next few minutes, I watched her gaze shift until she was staring straight at me.. By now, those beautiful wings that had been so proudly held high, had shifted also, and they were now leaning forward, almost as though she had pulled them up over her shoulders.. Missy told me that first night after hearing my story, that wings pulled forward like that means they are going into a protective state.. I'll give you the follow-up to that in another blog.. She appeared on a Wed, the follow up takes place two days later, on a Fri night.. (I'm like the Energizer Bunny when it comes to stories!!) As I stood on the ground, waving and yelling at her, telling her I was so excited to see her there, I didn't care how crazy I may have looked.. There was an angel in my sky and I wanted her to know I saw her!! (Again, you couldn't have missed her!!) She just looked at me for at least a minute, with the most intent stare.. She was so big in the sky, and so clear, that I could see her eyelashes.. Then her face began to do this weird, hyper-fast morph.. One face after another, as fast as they could change.. Right toward the end of this, the faces got scary, maybe a bit demonic, and for that instant I freaked.. I suddenly thought that the world might be coming to an end, right before my eyes, and my babies were at home, 7 miles away.. It's amazing how fast your mind can scramble in just a few seconds.. All I could think of was they weren't with me, and how frightened they were going to be if I wasn't there to die with them, and tell them it was ok, that we would be going together.. (I cry just telling that..) Then I saw the face of Jesus (same face as the one on the cross) staring at me, for just a few seconds, back to my beautiful angel, and I don't even remember when she vanished.. I have no memory what-so-ever of her fading from the sky.. My entire level of belief changed completely when I saw Jesus on the Cross.. I actually stopped being afraid of dying, and no amount of effort would ever convince me he is not real.. Then along comes this angel.. The very same woman that had visited me when I was 17, minus the wings... I feel so incredibly special to have been visited by things I can't really explain.. But, why??? I can't imagine that it was just to instill a profound faith in me.. Which it did.. But why just me?? And why do I know how a young woman was murdered (Devil worship)(still unsolved) because of my Jesus on the Cross, if I have no way to use that knowledge??  I know you're ready for the rest of these stories.. (Paul Harvey?) They will arrive soon...

From M

--> I just find this completely fascinating....(your description of the apparition/spirit you saw).  So who was she???  Any ideas about why she would want to contact you???  Do you ever watch the show Ghost Whisperer with Jennifer Love Hewitt?  I kind of caught it by accident over the Thanksgiving break and Terry and Will and I really like it.  You make me think of it.Don't know the Jesus on the cross or the pentagram story.  I'd love to hear some time
The string thing?  Girl, I have no doubt you are just full of great stories!

Keep me posted!!!

M

Letter to M that started this blog..
 "She was my size when I saw her at 17.. Perfectly formed, as though someone had filled a woman shaped glass mold with smoke.. She was staring toward the creek, turned to look at me as I came into the LR, continued turning as she went toward the stairs, and disappeared by the second one.. I would handle that different today, because she obviously meant no harm and when she scared me she was gone.. She was beautiful.. Hair around her shoulders, high waisted gown, scoop neck, ribbon tied in the back.. Very pretty.. I now know who she is, and even though it scared the absolute crap out of me, I knew she wasn't there to hurt me.. If I could learn to see her, she's probably standing in this room right now, quietly watching me.. The Jesus on the cross and the Pentagram is a very weird story, and one that I have a witness to.. Still don't get my string thing... It actually followed me to three houses.. Haven't seen it in about 10 yrs.. It's crazy... Really crazy!!! Haha!! :)"

As the future plows head-on into the past, let the healing begin.... Right now...

I personally don't think it's ever too late to heal... Or to at least make an attempt.. Healing.... Just the word gives a sense of peace, yet for me it is going to be the long and winding road... It's amazing how I found myself standing at a major crossroads in my life, while being stunned that it was anywhere on the map.. You know so many changes are coming so much of the time, but then along comes that foundation shaker and you are in awe of the fact that it caught you by surprise..  I was so caught up in watching it that I almost forgot to move out of the way.. My life has been such a series of near hits and near misses that to believe anybody but God is at the controls would be insane.. Those battle scars are the ones that seem to take years to really show up.. The pain of the past makes it difficult at times to see the important roll that they are playing in the present, and are going to play in your future... Those painful memories have as much to do with who I am today as the good time memories have.. I can honestly tell you that I would not, even if I could, change anything from my past... There are so many things that I wish hadn't happened, things that were completely out of my control anyway, but to change anything would be to change everything.. I am not willing to make that trade-off.. Maybe if I didn't have kids, or grand-kids, I might feel differently about that.. But I do, so I don't.. I hear people say all the time that they regret the day they met so-and-so.. I understand that, on their part, unless so-and-so is someone they have children with... To me, regretting that person is regretting your children... I would have crawled across miles of broken glass for my children.. So no, no regrets here... I had to go through every single thing I did, to be where I am standing today.. I am a work in progress.. I have the help of a great counselor.. She is helping me figure out how to deal with the skeletons.. I am blessed to be able to walk into her office and throw these skeletons in the floor, while telling her I need her to help me put them where they belong.. I know what they are, and I know why they are, I'm just not equipped to know exactly what to do with them.. That's why I have her... And the healing has only just begun... I am a huge reader, and I check out stuff about mental health all the time, but after the second or third outburst of tears, in Walmart, I decided maybe I needed a little guidance.. Don't get me wrong.. I NEVER want to stop crying because somebody or something has touched my heart.. I want to feel the worlds pain, and always be willing to "help somebody cry.."  It is those tears that drive me straight into God's lap, asking him why people are so mean, or telling him I don't understand the pain being suffered by the people and animals I share this planet with.. No doubt, these things are not necessarily for me to understand, but it is my job to pray for them.. I can definitely do that.. And trust me, I will probably be crying loud enough for the world to hear.. I'm looking for anyone and everyone to cry with me.. My healing may very well be at the mercy of all my tears.. My tears might actually be responsible for healing something besides myself.. Wouldn't that be a wonderful thing to take to Heaven??? And this all begins.... Right now...

Bible quote Matthew:34-40 (Copied and pasted from Karen Case's fav quotes..)

Matthew 25:34-40
34"Then the King will say to those on his right, 'Come, you who are blessed by my Father; take your inheritance, the kingdom prepared for you since the creation of the world. 35 For I was hungry and you gave me something to eat, I was thirsty and you gave me something to drink, I was a stranger and you invited me in, 36 I needed clothes and you clothed me, I was sick and you looked after me, I was in prison and you came to visit me.'

37 "Then the righteous will answer him, 'Lord, when did we see you hungry and feed you, or thirsty and give you something to drink? 38 When did we see you a stranger and invite you in, or needing clothes and clothe you? 39 When did we see you sick or in prison and go to visit you?'

40 "The King will reply, 'I tell you the truth, whatever you did for one of the least of these brothers of mine, you did for me.'

Child's Play -- Posted by Isaac Hunter

Child's Play

Posted by Isaac Hunter

After I finished writing out my prayers this morning, I thought, “I am asking a lot more from God than He is from me.” Then I thought, “I hope that’s okay… I hope God’s not frustrated with my stream of petitions.” And then another thought crossed my mind, “This is an awful lot to ask…” I “know” God can do anything, but maybe I ought to ask for things I know He will do… it will decrease the difficulty level—set the bar low for Him, so I don’t get disappointed.
Then I opened the Bible. I am in Mark 10 and Acts 26 right now… and I read these two passages.
People were bringing little children to Jesus to have him touch them, but the disciples rebuked them. When Jesus saw this, he was indignant. He said to them, “Let the little children come to me, and do not hinder them, for the kingdom of God belongs to such as these. I tell you the truth, anyone who will not receive the kingdom of God like a little child will never enter it.” And he took the children in his arms, put his hands on them and blessed them. (Mark 10:13-16)
Why should any of you consider it incredible that God raises the dead? (Acts 26:8)
How cool is that?
Children never stop asking for things. They never stop asking about things. And they never worry about request overkill. They may not get everything they ask for—that doesn’t stop them. Child-like faith requires a manifestation of dependence.
And then Paul in addressing Agrippa in front of a whole court of people utters that simple phrase. Why should any of you consider it incredible that God raises the dead? God is big. Really. He may not do what we ask (cause he is God, and it would be childish, not child-like to assume we know better), but He is certainly able.
In short, ask away.

Words of wisdom from Isaac Hunter

Today at 3:48am |

"Life in a fallen world is full of nicks and cuts—sometimes worse. Maturity is knowing when to play through the pain and knowing when to stop to avoid more damage to ourself or to others. There are times when you have to step away from what you are doing so you can heal up enough to continue, but most of the time you just learn to deal. For those in Christ, remember He is walking through it with you, and He’s learned to deal with much worse. God is honored when His children look increasingly like Him. Every day that you deal well with the pain inflicted by a fallen world, you look a lot more like Him." Isaac Hunter

4:15am Jan 5, 2010 One of my deepest talks with God.. (From FaceBook)

Susan Spicer Mason Wow.... It's 3:30am and I am in one of the deepest talks of my life with God... Not about anything new, I'm just tucked a little deeper in his lap, understanding a little better what he's telling me, and knowing that he knows I get it.. As he wraps his arms a little tighter around me, and holds me ever closer to his heart, the beating of my own heart seems to fall even more in sync with his.. Then I get this message... Our God IS an AWESOME GOD.... I am blessed....

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On this day, God wants you to know...

... that the answers are within you. You're chasing in the wrong field. What you are looking for is inside of you, not 'out there'. Take a few days off to become quiet and look within, and you will find it.

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Susan Spicer Mason

He Ain't Heavy He's My Brother--The Hollies (Couldn't have said it any better myself...) Pray...pray...pray...and always give thanks...for the things we have...and even more importantly sometimes, the things we don't have... I have never in my life been more humbled by his Grace than I am right now, and there is no particular reason for it...Except that he thought I needed to know??? I believe with all my heart and soul that one of his greatest gifts to me was my total sense of awe and amazement at the world around me... If I can help inspire just one more person to look around them and say, "WOW!!! Just WOW!!!", my life has not been in vain... If every child of God could get just one person to "help them cry" for those that don't have a voice, we can change the world... One tear at a time... Any takers???