... God: They tell me you are sending me to earth tomorrow but how am I going to live there being so small and helpless? Among the many angels, I chose one for you. She will be waiting for you and will take care of you. But tell me, here in Heaven, I don't ... A Child's Angel Once upon a time there was a child ready to be born. So one day he asked God: They tell me you are sending me to earth tomorrow but how am I going to live there being so small and helpless? Among the many angels, I chose one for you. She ... , that's enough for me to be happy. Your angel will sing for you and will also smile for you every day. And you will feel your angel's love and be happy. And how am I going to be able to understand when people talk to me, if I don't know the language that people talk ...

... each table had receive a penny with a STAR shape punched out of it. However, when I was handed the last penny from our bag I looked down and mine was not a STAR but an ANGEL. (I also collect Angels and I truly believe in them) Later on Patti approached me. She explained that when she received her order of pennies she had indeed received in error 3 pennies that had ANGELS punched out, not STARS. She was hoping she would ... The Angel Penny A few years ago I was involved in a Religious Encounter Weekend. These weekends provide many things to many people. To some, it may be an affirmation of their faith,-to others, it's just the beginning of their journey in Faith. A chance to start over or find a way to forgive someone or have their first true relationship with Christ. At these events there are many people involved on different levels. I had attended the previous ...

... One little angel, sitting on a star One little angel, out there oh so far-Every night I see you, every night I pray Come home to Mama and me, Come home to us this day. Two little angels, flying in the sky, Two little angels, flying up so high Every night I see them, every night I pray, Come home to Mama and me, Come back to us this day. Three little angels, playing in ... grabs the snub nosed pencil she brought with her and the pad of paper and begins to write; something she does a lot these days in spite of her young age. She begins to write a little poem:" One little angel, sitting on a star One little angel, out there oh so far-Every night I see you, every night I pray Come home to Mama and me, Come home to us this day. Two little angels, flying in ...

... miracle of our little guardian angel who watched over him all those years. He was a true friend and we will miss him. Addendum-Luke 4: 10 (GNB)" For the scripture says, 'God will order His angels to take good care of you" [Judy Guarino (judybg @geocities.com)-from Heartwarmers4u] Inspirational Stories SkyWriting.Net All Rights Reserved. ... Cat Angel My son Tony is 17. On October 2nd, he celebrated his second anniversary of being seizure free following brain surgery. This story is not about him, it is about his guardian angel. Sixteen years ago a guardian angel walked into our lives in the form of a cat. He was a year old and immediately bonded with Tony. For sixteen years he watched over Tony. Whenever he sensed that Tony was going to have a seizure, which in ...

... had they chosen seats directly in front of us? How did they know who we were? A Bible verse from Hebrews then came to mind." Do not forget to entertain strangers, for by so doing some people have entertained angels without knowing it" (Hebrews 13: 2 NIV). What do angels look like? The description in Hebrews isn't of white-robed winged beings, but angels who could be mistaken for human beings. Did I have an angel encounter? ... I enquired in the towns where they worked, would I find that no one had ever met Rogel or Pastor Lim? When I reached the bamboo house in Lantap, I packed everything we owned back into the crate we had brought from the U.S. Then I returned to Manila by bus three days later. Because Dennis's survival was uncertain, we decided to go back to the United States for the surgery. There we would be surrounded by our families. Heart damage in ...

... " I did lose one though, this lady just would not give up on her boy, I had him into drugs and drinking and living it up, but she just wouldn't get off her knees for him and one of God's angels got another kid to talk to him and he got saved"" Get this, that other kid loved that boy so much he even was crying with him. How do you fight someone like that? Maybe I can make his life ... Fallen Angel A fallen angel came to Satan and asked him for an assignment. Satan asked what kind of angel he was and he said" I am destruction, I teach foul language, anger, and indifference. I cause strife among people, especially believers, which is my specialty"" I can get them fighting over all kinds of different beliefs and idea's. I have many, many people walking around with hate in their hearts who once loved"" It ...

... Entertaining Angels It was fifty years ago, on a hot summer day, in the deep south. We lived on a dirt road, on a sand lot. We were, what was known as" dirt poor". I had been playing outside all morning in the sand. Suddenly, I heard a sharp clanking sound behind me and looking over my shoulder, my eyes were drawn to a strange sight! Across the dirt road were two rows of men, ... with sweat, and streaked with dust. Suddenly, his face broke into a wonderful smile, as he looked up into my mother's eyes, and he said," Ma'am, I've wondered all my life if I'd ever see an angel, and now I have! Thank you !" Again, my mother's smile took in the whole group." You're all welcome !" she said." God bless you" Then we walked across to the house, with empty tray and ...

... And I still often rethink that moment. I try to remember what invoked me to open the door -I still can't explain it. No, I can't explain it -but I am certain that it was either God or one of his angels telling me that I had better get out there. Either way, it was God intervening. There is just no other explanation. I am well aware that anyone can make up a story such as this. It's easy to do and ... Josh's Angel My wife and I have been married for 48 -nearly 49 years. We've been blessed with a good marriage, four wonderful children (two of each kind ), ten beautiful grandchildren and a precious great grandson. They are all the joy of our live. The story I want to tell you is a true story about our grandson Joshua, who is 24 years old now. The incident happened when Josh was about two years old -maybe less, I'm not sure ...

... Thank You, Lord A newly arrived soul in Heaven was met by St. Peter. The saint toured the soul around Heaven. Both of them walked side by side inside a large workroom filled with angels. St. Peter stopped in front of the first section and said," This is the Receiving Section. Here, all the petitions to God said in prayer are received" The soul looked at the section, and it was terribly busy with so many angels ... angels working in that room, since so many blessing were being packed and delivered to Earth. Finally at the farthest corner of the room, the soul stopped at the last section. To the surprise of the soul, only one angel stayed there idly, doing nothing." This is the Acknowledging Section ," St. Peter told the soul." How is it that, there is no work here ?"" That's the sad thing ," St. Peter answered." ...

... to life as he exclaimed with a cherub-like voice, 'Ma'am, I just came to tell you that JESUS REALLY DOES LOVE YOU '" Then he gave me this Gospel tract that I now hold in my hand. As the little angel disappeared back out, into the cold and rain, I closed my door and read slowly every word of this Gospel tract. Then I went up to my attic to get my rope and chair. I wouldn't be needing them any more ... my neck and started for the front door, all the while the bell rang louder and louder. When I opened the door and looked I could hardly believe my eyes!" There on my front porch was the most radiant and angelic little boy I had ever seen in my life! His smile! Oh, I could never describe it to you! And the words that came from his mouth caused my heart, that had long been dead, to leap to life ...

... on the staff helps to bring back strayed sheep to the flock. The candy cane is the symbol that we are our brother's keeper" He reached in again and pulled out an ANGEL." Teach the children that it was the angels that heralded in the glorious news of the Savior's birth. The angels sang 'Glory to God in the highest, on earth peace and good will toward men" Suddenly I heard a soft twinkling sound, and from his bag he pulled out ... candy cane represents the shepherds ' crook. The crook on the staff helps to bring back strayed sheep to the flock. The candy cane is the symbol that we are our brother's keeper" He reached in again and pulled out an ANGEL." Teach the children that it was the angels that heralded in the glorious news of the Savior's birth. The angels sang 'Glory to God in the highest, on earth peace and good will toward men" Suddenly I heard a soft ...

... crook on the staff helps to bring strayed sheep back to the flock. The candy cane is the symbol that we are our brother's keeper. He reached in again and pulled out an ANGEL. Teach the children that it was the angels that heralded the glorious news of the Savior's birth. The angels sang" Glory to God in the highest and on earth peace to men of good will" Suddenly I heard a soft tinkling sound, and from his bag he pulled out ... the candy cane represents the shepherd's crook. The crook on the staff helps to bring strayed sheep back to the flock. The candy cane is the symbol that we are our brother's keeper. He reached in again and pulled out an ANGEL. Teach the children that it was the angels that heralded the glorious news of the Savior's birth. The angels sang" Glory to God in the highest and on earth peace to men of good will" Suddenly I heard a soft tinkling ...

... family together, and try not to fall apart. However, there were, on occasion, little signs around her, events that told her she was not alone." Once my four-year-old told me that she often saw two bright angels that followed me everywhere ," Sherry says." And sometimes I simply felt a presence around me" Often she prayed that God had not forgotten her, and would bring her a good man to love and appreciate her. Several years passed ... , she opened her eyes and looked at the clock. Three-thirty a.m. Then Sherry saw something else." There, standing by our bed was a very tall woman with dark wavy hair ," she says." It was an angel, and it seemed to be floating, and glowed the most glorious shade of blue. For some reason, I wasn't at all afraid" Nor was she in pain. Then the woman spoke." Get up, Sherry. We ...

... at us. He never uttered a word but we said thank you in the language of the country. We still didn't t know who he was, and it was only when we returned home that I realized God had sent an angel to sit with me in a strange land. I thought I was all alone, but I wasn't!~Anonymous~[ Author: Anonymous (by request)-March 2010-submitted by: Anonymous] Inspirational Stories SkyWriting.Net All Rights ... Entertaining Angels2 My husband and I were visiting a third world country when he fell ill. I never felt so alone in all my life. I didn't know anyone in this country and didn't t speak the language. I kept hoping he would start to feel better. I called out over and over again Jesus, help me, Jesus help me but he just got worse. Finally I took the decision to call Reception to ask for an ambulance to take us to ...

... many friends and refusing every activity that might restore his poise and bring him back to his normal self. But one night he had a dream. He was in Heaven, and was witnessing a grand pageant of all the little child angels. They were marching in an apparently endless line past the Great White Throne. Every white-robed angelic child carried a candle. He noticed that one child's candle was not lighted. Then he saw that the child with the dark candle was his ... little girl. Rushing to her, while the pageant faltered, he seized her in his arms, caressed her tenderly, and then asked:" How is it, darling that your candle alone is unlighted ?"" Father, they often relight it, but your tears always put it out" Just then he awoke from his dream. The lesson was crystal clear, and its effects were immediate. From that hour on he was not a recluse, but mingled freely and ...

... way. You will obey me, universe. For you were designed to do so. You will reflect my glory, skies, for that is how you were created. But this one will be like me. This one will be able to choose" All were silent as the Creator reached into himself and removed something yet unseen. A seed." It's called 'choice ' The seed of choice" Creation stood in silence and gazed upon the lifeless form. An angel spoke," But what if he"" What if he chooses not to love ?" the Creator finished." Come, I will show you" Unbound by today, God and the angel walked into the realm of tomorrow." There, see the fruit of the seed of choice, both the sweet and the bitter" The angel gasped at what he saw. Spontaneous love. Voluntary devotion. Chosen tenderness. Never had he seen anything like these. He felt ...

... I looked upon a strange scene. Before me lay spread out in one vast plain all the countries of the world; Europe, Asia, Africa and America. I saw rolling and tossing between Europe and America the billows of the Atlantic, and between Asia and America lay the Pacific."` Son of the Republic ' said the same mysterious voice as before,` look and learn, ' At that moment I beheld a dark, shadowy being, like an angel, standing, or rather floating in mid-air, between Europe and America. Dipping water out of the ocean in the hollow of each hand, he sprinkled some upon America with his right hand, while with his left hand he cast some on Europe. Immediately a cloud raised from these countries, and joined in mid-ocean. For a while it remained stationary, and then moved slowly westward, until it enveloped America in its murky folds. Sharp flashes of lightning gleamed through it ...

... fingers." That cradle you spent so much time on would be real nice right now, Joseph" She looked up at the cave's low ceiling." You could hang it somewhere. No baby I know has a cradle like that. It's fit for a king" Joseph grinned." Not every boy has a carpenter for a dad ," he said. But he wondered. Why couldn't little Jesus be home in that cradle? Why does this special child the angel told Mary and him about have to be born in this smelly stable? A hill-country carpenter's home is bad enough. Why here? Why Bethlehem? The answer wasn't long in coming. An older boy poked his head in the door, startling the couple from their quiet moment." Is there a baby in here ?" he mumbled apologetically. Then he saw the tiny child. Mary picked her baby up to shield the infant from his eyes. The face disappeared. Mary's ...

... The Angel Project I held onto the hand of my shivering granddaughter as we waited our turn to get into the huge barn-like building. We couldn't see inside because of the length of the line up and so we passed our time watching the outside lineups. Volunteers were busily placing frozen turkeys into bags at the head of one line up and in the other, families and individuals were receiving milk. The parking lot was filled with trucks and cars and still more were waiting to get onto the lot. Strangely, though vehicles were blocked, no one honked nor appeared impatient. It seemed surreal as though everyone had been touched by something magical. Finally we could see into the building and I was overcome with emotion as my eyes took in hundreds of overflowing boxes. Each box filled with care represented not only hours of time on the part of volunteers, but the generosity and caring of hundreds of people. The boxes were filled with food for ...

... " Asleep, I think ," Aram answered. Then he asked," Why are you going to Bethlehem. Where are the flocks ?" The three men paused a moment." Back in the hills ," his father said. He opened his mouth to speak again, but was distracted by two more shepherds running up a second path towards them. They both had wild looks in their eyes. Aram's father spoke." So you have seen them, too ?"" Angels ," one of the men answered breathlessly." A host of angels came out of the sky. We saw this with our own eyes"" So did we ," Aram's father replied." So we were not dreaming"" Angels ?" Aram asked." Yes, my son. Angels just appeared to us and said that the long-awaited Messiah had just been born in Bethlehem"" In a stable in Bethlehem !" one of the strangers shouted in disbelief." Why ...

... Creating Fathers When the good Lord was creating fathers, He started with a tall frame. A female angel nearby said," What kind of father is that? If you're going to make children so close to the ground, why have you put fathers up so high? He won't be able to shoot marbles without kneeling, tuck a child in bed without bending or even kiss a child without a lot of stooping. And God smiled and said," Yes, but if I make him childsize, who would children have to look up to ?" And when God made a father's hands, they were large and sinewy. The angel shook her head sadly and said," Large hands are clumsy. They can't manage diaper pins, small buttons, rubber bands on ponytails or even remove splinters caused by sticks used as baseball bats" And God smiled and said," I know, but they're large enough to hold everything a small boy ...

... divorce. I loved her too much to make a public scene. I couldn't talk to you. Or anyone, for that matter. I went to bed early and tried to sleep. Her words came to me over and over." I've never cared for anyone but you. I've never cared for anyone but you" How I wished I could believe her! I don't know when I finally fell asleep. Mom, I had a dream from God. An angel of the Lord came to me. His words pulsated through my mind so intensely I can remember them as if it were yesterday." Joseph, Son of David ," he thundered," do not fear to take Mary home as your wife, because what is conceived in her is from the Holy Spirit" I couldn't believe my ears, Mom. This was the answer! The angel continued," She will give birth to a son, and you are to give ...

... into my eyes. I smiled and she shyly smiled back. We talked until darkness fell and the park was completely empty. I asked the girl why she was so sad. The little girl looked at me with a sad face said," Because I'm different" I immediately said," That you are !" and smiled. The little girl acted even sadder and said," I know"" Little girl ," I said," you remind me of an angel, sweet and innocent" She looked at me and smiled, then slowly she got to her feet and said," Really ?"" Yes, you're like a little Guardian Angel sent to watch over all those people walking by" She nodded her head yes, and smiled. With that she opened the back of her pink dress and allowed her wings to spread, then she said" I am. I'm your Guardian Angel ," with a twinkle in her eye. I ...

... The Quilt As I faced my Maker at the last Judgement, I knelt before the Lord along with the other souls. Before each of us laid our lives, like the squares of a quilt, in many piles. An Angel sat before each of us sewing our quilt squares together into a tapestry that is our life. But, as my Angel took each piece of cloth off the pile, I noticed how ragged and empty each of my squares was. They were filled with giant holes. Each square was labeled with a part of my life that had been difficult, the challenges and temptations I was faced with in everyday life. I saw hardships that I had endured, which were the largest holes of all. I glanced around me. Nobody else had such squares. Other than a tiny hole here and there, the other tapestries were filled with rich color and the bright hues of worldly fortune. I gazed upon my own ...

... My Quilt As I faced my Maker at the last judgment, I knelt before the Lord along with all the other souls. Before each of us laid our lives like the squares of a quilt in many piles. An Angel sat before each of us sewing our quilt squares together into a tapestry that is our life. But as my angel took each piece of cloth off the pile, I noticed how ragged and empty each of my squares was. They were filled with giant holes. Each square was labeled with a part of my life that had been difficult, the challenges and temptations I was faced with in everyday life. I saw hardships that I endured, which were the largest holes of all. I glanced around me. Not many others had such squares. Other than a few holes here and there, the other tapestries were filled with rich color and the bright hues of worldly fortune. I gazed upon my own life and ...

... Quilt Of Holes As I faced my Maker at the last judgment, I knelt before the Lord along With all the other souls. Before each of us laid our lives like the squares of a quilt in many piles; An angel sat before each of us sewing our quilt squares together into a Tapestry that is our life. But as my angel took each piece of cloth off the pile, I noticed how ragged And empty each of my squares was. They were filled with giant holes. Each Square was labeled with a part of my life that had been difficult, the Challenges and temptations I was faced with in every day life. I saw Hardships that I endured, which were the largest holes of all. I glanced around me. Nobody else had such squares. Other than a tiny hole Here and there, the other tapestries were filled with rich color and the Bright hues of worldly fortune. I gazed upon my own life ...

... as a child that in some mysterious way, I was there and that the Lord paid a debt He did not owe because I owed a debt I couldn ’ t pay. When our duet ended, the narrator began reading the words: “ Now upon the first day of the week, very early in the morning, the women came unto the sepulcher, bringing the spices which they had prepared, and, behold, there was a great earthquake: for the angel of the Lord descended from heaven, and came and rolled back the stone from the door, and sat upon it. His countenance was like lightning, and his raiment white as snow: And for fear of him the keepers did shake, and became as dead men. And the angel answered and said unto the women, Fear not ye: for I know that ye seek Jesus, which was crucified. He is not here: for he is risen, as he ...

... and I'm going down ," he said." I'm getting cuts and bruises, but I'm saying, 'Lord, I have to go home to my loved ones, I have to make it, You have to help me '" Suddenly Stanley saw the light of a flashlight. For a moment, it stunned him." What were the chances of someone bringing a flashlight to this floor ?" he thought." My first gut reaction was, 'This is my guardian angel-my Lord sent somebody to save me! '" Stanley began screaming," I see the light, I see the light" But after clawing his way through the debris, he realized that he couldn't get out-all the exits were blocked and his" guardian angel" couldn't get to him -a wall was between him and the staircase." He can't get to me and I can't get to him, and by this time I can't breathe ," Stanley said ...

... fourteen. As we walked, the younger children would point out different plants, or spot a bird, and ask their names. It became a game amongst us all, to see if we could name them correctly. The older children, having recently learned in school, about forest Flora and fauna, were more knowledgeable than my husband and I were about the subject. But soon the game became stale and the children began flopping in the fresh snow to make snow angels. And that's when we heard it. It sounded like a gunshot. We all froze in our tracks as a blood-curdling scream echoed across the snow covered forest. That there could be danger never entered my mind. I motioned the children to stay put, and despite my husband's protests, I scrambled through the bush to investigate. The remainder of the story I will tell in a story poem. She went for a walk in the forest. The weather was crisp, ...

... den crying out loud. I miss her so much. For the last sixteen years, as her health got worse, she needed me. But now nobody needs me. This morning I cried, 'Who needs an eighty-six-year-old wore-out man? Nobody! 'I began to cry louder. 'Nobody needs me! ' About that time, you knocked, and said," Sir, I need you" I stood with my mouth open. He asked," Are you an angel? The way the light shone around your head into my dark living room." I assured him I was no angel. He smiled." Do you know what I was thinking when I handed you those magnolias ?"" No"" I decided I'm needed. My flowers are needed. Why, I might have a flower ministry! I could give them to everyone! Some caskets at the funeral home have no flowers. People need flowers at times like that and ...

... a" discount" store, shoppers range from well-to-do to the plain and simple whose economic needs probably necessitate their shopping at discount stores. Of course I already knew that having a bright loving persona isn ’ t by any means related to how affluent a person is, and that is what this little story is about. This week a special blessing was sent my way! Three very special customers came in together-three young ladies-or maybe I should label them angels in disguise! I was standing behind the counter as they entered and realized that one of the ladies was the caregiver and that she had brought the other two" mentally challenged" ladies in to shop. I believe that ’ s the modern term for what society formerly called" mentally retarded" Webster ’ s Dictionary defines the word" retarded" as" slow or delayed" What I am about to describe certainly reflects neither. As the ladies shopped all around the store ...

... I humbled myself and decided to forego sharing my morning episode with anyone else. It would be between God and me. That afternoon on my way home, I stopped to get a coffee at the local donut shop. As I left the store, I noticed a shiny heads-up penny on the sidewalk. Instead of bending down to pick it up, I knelt and placed a penny next to it. Heads-up, of course. After all, pennies are gifts from angels and angels always smile when we share our spare change. [by: Michele Starkey, Copyright 2003 (Thankful4Life @aol.com)-from '2TheHeart '] Inspirational Stories SkyWriting.Net All Rights Reserved. ...

... had open its doors, the choir softly faded and the man began to sing." It is the night of the dear Savior's birth! Long lay the world in sin and error pining, Till He appeared and the soul felt its worth. A thrill of hope, the weary soul rejoices, For yonder breaks a new and glorious morn" You could feel the excitement as music began to build to the refrain." Fall on your knees, O hear the angel voices! O night divine, O night when Christ was born! O night, O holy night, O night divine !" By this time there was never a dry eye. After the service the man would blend into the crowd and exit the rear door. The tradition lived on until a month before Christmas that year. He had joined his love, his reason to sing." What will they do ?" one of the elders asked." Who could take his ...

... was following her holding a baby. The baby was crying. The man had tears streaming down his face. The man began speaking and half crying," We were just praying. We had some big bills this month and we ran out of money. We didn't have any milk for our baby. I was just praying and asking God to show me how to get some milk" His wife in the kitchen yelled out," I ask Him to send an Angel with some milk. Are you an Angel ?" In response to hearing this, the young man reached into his wallet and pulled out all the money he had on him and put in the man's hand. He turned and walked back toward his car as the tears were streaming down his face. He knew that God still answers prayers and that God still speaks to people. [Author Unknown-from Claudia, via Jeff] Inspirational Stories SkyWriting.Net All Rights Reserved. ...

... might mess up the town's magic moment. Finally, they decided to cast Harold as the innkeeper-the one who turns Mary and Joseph away the night Jesus is to be born. He had only one line-" I'm sorry, we have no room" Well, no one could imagine what that one line was going to do to everyone's Christmas … The night of the pageant the church was packed, as usual. The Christmas story unfolded according to plan-angels singing, Joseph's dream, and the trip to Bethlehem. Finally, Joseph and Mary arrived at the door of the Bethlehem inn, looking appropriately tired. Joseph knocked on the inn door, and Harold was there to open the door. Joseph asked his question on cue-" Do you have a room for the night ?" Harold froze. After a long pause, Harold mumbled his line," I'm sorry-we have no room" And, with a little coaching ...

... It was then I recited the Lord's Prayer out loud for all to hear." Well, then there was a big burly nurse shouting questions at me ," said Michael. She asked if I was allergic to anything." Yes, I replied" The doctors and nurses stopped working as they waited for my reply. I took a deep breath and yelled," Gravity" Over their laughter, I told them," I am choosing to live and my guardian angels are all around. Operate on me as if I am alive, not dead". Michael lived thanks to God, the angels, skill of his doctors and also because of his determination and amazing faith. I learned from him that every day we have the choice how we live. Faith, after all, is everything!" He is my loving ally and my fortress, my tower of safety, my deliverer. He stands before me as a shield, and ...

... Angels In The Alley Diane, a young Christian university student, was home for the summer. She had gone to visit some friends one evening and the time passed quickly as each shared their various experiences of the past year. She ended up staying longer than she had planned and had to walk home alone. But she wasn't afraid because it was a small town and she lived only a few blocks away. As she walked along under the tall elm trees, Diane asked God to keep her safe from harm and danger. When she reached the alley, which was a shortcut to her house, she decided to take it. However, halfway down the alley she noticed a man standing at the end as though he was waiting for her. She became uneasy and began to pray, asking for God's protection. Instantly, a comforting feeling of quietness and security wrapped around her, she felt as though someone was walking with her. When ...

... sash. He had sandals on his feet, now covered with dust and dirt. The stranger touched George's shoulder, and said:" George, don't feel bad because they won't let you in. My name is Jesus, and I've been trying to get into this same church for years-they won't let me in either" Addendum-Hebrews 13: 2 (GNB)" Remember to welcome strangers in your homes. There were some who did that and welcomed angels without knowing it" [Author Unknown-from Denial-Ed: Anon.] Inspirational Stories SkyWriting.Net All Rights Reserved. ...

... the street who was stranded. I would charge the gas to my credit card, give her the receipt, and he was to accept the receipt and give her the gas. He tried to discourage me, saying that somebody had a similar sign on a camper a couple of days before. But that didn't matter to me. I was sure in my heart that I was the person who was supposed to help this woman. I would rather be counted as an angel in the eyes of God than a fool in the eyes of the gas attendant. Besides, many many years ago in the cold of winter I passed by a lady without a coat. The still small voice said" give her your coat" I only had one winter coat myself, but I did have an all weather coat at home. I kept going, but once inside I knew it had to be God nudging me to do this and I decided to do ...

... the world. Now according to legend, at least, Christ's birth occurred at exactly midnight. Inside the stable, the animals watched in wonder as the new-born babe was lovingly wrapped in swaddling clothes and placed in a manger. Suddenly, God gave voice to the animals and immediately they began to praise God for the miracle they had just seen. This went on for several minutes and, just before the entrance of the shepherds-who had hurried to the stable because angels had told them the Christ had been born there-the animals again fell silent. The only humans who had heard them were Mary, Joseph and, of course, the Christ child. The legend of the talking animals persists to this day in Scandinavia. And every Christmas Eve, wide-eyed children creep into stables just before midnight to hear the animals praise God for the wondrous birth of His Son. Of course, adults scoff at this." Old wives tales ," they ...

... The Visit My dad, Angelo, was in the hospital in Tacoma, Washington. A former Marine and veteran of the Korean War, he was having his third knee replacement surgery. A long and very painful operation was going to be made even worse because Dad was going through it alone. There was no one to hold his hand, no familiar soft voices to reassure him. His wife was ill and unable to accompany him or even visit during his weeklong stay. My sisters and brother lived in California, and I lived even farther away, in Indiana. There wasn't even anyone to drive him to the hospital, so he had arrived that morning by cab. The thought of my dad lying there alone was more than I could stand. But what could I do from here? I picked up the phone and called information for the Puyallup, Washington, Marine Corps recruiting station, where I joined the Marines ten years before. ...

... brightly on a promising situation. Annie wanted a baby of her own but wouldn't be able to carry one. But, her sister Mary could. So Mary became a surrogate mother for Annie-an unselfish act of love that not many women would be able to commit to. Little Mary Elise was born July 2, 2006, lovingly named after the aunt who carried her, allowing her to grow right below her heart. To her mom, Mary is a wee angel of pure love, an answered prayer from God above. Sisters, they share many things throughout a life time. They celebrate good times and hold each other up when bad times threaten to knock them down. When family ties are sewn securely within the heart, there is nothing that can't be done or overcome. In writing this story I am reminded of an old expression," It's not what life hands you but how you handle it that counts" The determination of ...

... ditch but going off the other could send you over the side of the mountain. As I approached the dangerous spot I was going faster than I should. I wanted to make it to the school before the classes started. Just before I reached it, however, I saw a dog walking in my lane of the road. I braked early to avoid hitting the pooch and then was about to speed up again when I hit the black ice. Thankfully, the angel with paws had made me slow down enough that I was able to steer the car back towards the ditch and away from the edge of the mountain curve. I only needed a tow instead of a trip to the hospital or mortuary. I guess God wasn ’ t quite ready for me to leave this life yet. Albert Einstein said," God doesn ’ t play dice" This is true for the world and for our lives. As I look back upon that ...

... The Missing Jesus About a week before Christmas the family bought a new nativity scene. When they unpacked it they found 2 figures of the Baby Jesus." Someone must have packed this wrong ," the mother said, counting out the figures." We have one Joseph, one Mary, three wise men, three shepherds, two lambs, a donkey, a cow, an angel and two babies. Oh, dear! I suppose some set down at the store is missing a Baby Jesus because we have 2"" You two run back down to the store and tell the manager that we have an extra Jesus. Tell him to put a sign on the remaining boxes saying that if a set is missing a Baby Jesus, call 777-8152." Put on your warm coats, it's freezing cold out there" The manager of the store copied down mother's message and the next time they were in the store they saw the cardboard sign ...

... literally saving the lives of these people. I soon had the fire blazing and everyone's spirits soared. The kids started giggling when Pa handed them each a piece of candy and Widow Jensen looked on with a smile that probably hadn't crossed her face for a long time. She finally turned to us." God bless you ," she said." I know the Lord himself has sent you. The children and I have been praying that he would send one of his angels to spare us" In spite of myself, the lump returned to my throat and the tears welled up in my eyes again. I'd never thought of Pa in those exact terms before, but after Widow Jensen mentioned it I could see that it was probably true. I was sure that a better man than Pa had never walked the earth. I started remembering all the times he had gone out of his way for Ma and me, and many others. The list ...

... pensive from time to time, but it was a relief to have a kindred soul to distract me from my troubles. I introduced myself, and he told me that his friends called him" Chuck" As we were visiting, I just could not get out of my mind, that I knew this man from somewhere. I certainly knew no one who traveled first class, and it would have been unlikely that we had ever met. He was traveling from Los Angeles. I was traveling from the south, and we had no similar points of reference, except Atlanta. His voice was mesmerizing. It was so familiar. Strong and evenly tempered. Where had I heard that voice? All of a sudden, I knew him! I was sitting across from a very famous man. Charlton Heston! I couldn ’ t believe it, and we were talking like we were old friends! Should I tell him that I recognized him? ...

... name, Destini. She said," Because she is destined to be" I thought about the full meaning," Destined to be a messenger of God" and loved it. And so, Destini Gabrielle was born in January 2000. Two years have passed and Destini was two years old this month. In the short time she has been with us some" strange" things have happened. When she first began to walk, she would go over to the angel figurines I have and just stare, almost as if in a trance. Then one day I was sitting at my desk and she was talking mostly baby talk. I turned to look at her, when her eyes were focused in the air as if she were talking to someone in the room. The chills swept over me as I watched in awe, then she shook her little head and said," Yea !" and smiled. She stood staring for a few more ...

... too, thought that my growing days were gone. Well, a new day has dawned, and my little tree and I are spreading our branches together. Both of us are very much alive!~Jaye Lewis~< jayelewis at comcast.net >Jaye Lewis is an award winning inspirational writer, who lives and writes in southwestern Virginia. Jaye is a contributing author to Chicken Soup for the Soul, along with other well known anthologies. Visit Jaye's website at: Entertaining Angels and her blog at: Encouraging Words [By: Jaye Lewis Copyright 2008 (jayelewis at comcast.net)-{ used with permission}] Inspirational Stories SkyWriting.Net All Rights Reserved. ...

... as she passed his dwelling. He had even followed her to her office on several occasions. He knew that she was the head of the social services … but no one from her office had ever called on him and his mom. But even so, he liked the way she looked. He liked the way she walked. He liked her voice. He had heard her talking to people, as he crouched outside her office door. Her voice sounded like that angel he kept dreaming about. Day after day Jackie tried to get up courage to talk to her. He didn't know her name, of course, but he was sure she could help -if only he could get up the courage to ask her … But on this day he knew he could wait no longer. His mother was very sick. He knew that this kind lady would help him find his dad. Oh, he so desperately needed to find his dad. Amelia ...

... the warmth of her hands or the welcoming response to the attention it was given, but the butterfly began to walk slowly up to her palm." Poor little butterfly ," she repeated again as she brought it closer to her face." If I could kiss you I would," she said. The butterfly, appearing to respond, slowly opened its wings, to reveal its beautiful designand colors. Now open fully, the child brought it closer and gave an angel's kiss of love. Just off in the distance watching this precious moment, her grandmother walked toward them." Oh, you have found it ," she said." I was waiting for it and wondered where it was" The child looked a bit surprised and said." You were waiting for this butterfly? Why ?"" It is sent to remind us ," grandmother said." But it is dying. I feel sorry for it. Don't they fly away when ...

... clothes back into his hamper rather than putting them away. I find sticky cereal bowls in his closet because he was too lazy to return them to the kitchen, and the lunchbox he claimed he lost growing whole colonies of bacteria under his bed. I now understand why some animals eat their young. The child who begged me to read to him daily now rolls his eyes in disgust when I suggest we turn off the video games and pick up a book. The angel who proudly showed me off to his kindergarten classmates now pretends not to know the deranged woman waving to him in the middle school hallway. My fall from grace, seemingly overnight, has left me depressed, bewildered and prone to emotional excess." You could cut the apron strings without slicing through my heart, you know ," I whimper in one of my calmer moments." Mom ," he mumbles in that teenage tone of voice," why can't you just act normal ...

... of these days. Angry and sorry that I didn't tell my husband and daughter often enough how much I truly love them. I'm trying very hard not to put off, hold back, or save anything that would add laughter and luster to our lives. And every morning when I open my eyes, I tell myself that it is special. Every day, every minute, every breath truly is. a gift from God. [by: Ann Wells, Los Angeles Times-from 'The Inspired Buffalo ' (the-inspired-buffalo @yahoogroups.com)] Inspirational Stories SkyWriting.Net All Rights Reserved. ...

... toward Iowa City. With every passing moment the sky became more threatening. They found a hotel and quickly checked in. The minute they shut the door behind them, the storm struck with fury. Raging winds threw tree limbs across the road. The storm was so strong that the electricity went out for 2-1 / 2 hours. Escaping the storm's fury seemed like a miracle. Looking back, Dean believes the woman who warned them and then disappeared must have been an angel.~Grace Housholder~< graceh at kpcnews.net >Grace is the editor of Kidwarmers. She loves collecting short stories about the funny things kids say. Her main Web sites are: kpcnews.com. fwfamily.com. funnykids.com Please take a minute to let Grace know what you think of her story:? subject = SkyWriting.Net-Escaping The Storm "> Grace Housholder [by: Grace Housholder Copyright 2009 (graceh at kpcnews.net)-{ used with permission}] Inspirational Stories SkyWriting.Net All Rights ...

... A Mother's Crown Heaven lit up with His mighty presence, As all the Angels looked down, Today the Lord was placing the jewels, In all the mother's crowns. As He held up a golden crown, As all the mother's looked on, He said in His gentle voice," I just want to explain each stone". He held the first gem in His hand But the radiance couldn't match His own. For He was the light of Heaven, Reflecting off each of the stones." The first gem ," He said," is an emerald, And it's for endurance alone, For all the nights you waited up. For your children to come home. For all the nights by their bedside, You stayed till the fever went down, For nursing every little wound, I add this emerald to your crown"" A ruby, I'll place by the emerald, For leading your child in the right way, For ...

... and share only love and joy with others and the world. The glorious truth is that you, I, and everyone else in this world can do this too. God loves us all so much and God gives us the strength and ability to become our highest selves. We can choose to be the person God meant for us to be. We can fill ourselves with love, joy, and light and then share them with the world. We can capture the angel within and allow the worst parts of ourselves to fade away. We can live as a true Child of God sending smiles, giving love, offering joy, scattering sunshine, and creating laughter wherever we go. We can catch the dream of the person we always wanted to be and make it a reality. [by: Joseph J. Mazzella (joecool @wirefire.com)-from 'Inspired Buffalo ' (InspiredBuffalo @lighthouse.net)] Inspirational Stories SkyWriting.Net All Rights Reserved. ...

... by well-wishers and friends. Bailey broke away from us and ran toward Him, wrapping herself around His legs, holding on for dear life. He hugged her and said," Jesus loves you" He patted her to go away. She wouldn't let go. She kept clinging to Him, laughing and calling His name. She wasn't about to let go of her Jesus. I think God in heaven stopped what ever was going on that day and made all the angels watch Bailey." Now, look there! You see what I meant when I said, 'Of such is the kingdom of heaven?"~Ginger LaGrone Tucker~[ by: Ginger LaGrone Tucker, Copyright 2007 (http :// www.gingertucker.com)-{ used with permission}] Inspirational Stories SkyWriting.Net All Rights Reserved. ...

... But I found him most obnoxious, and tried my best to ignore him." On one particular day I was especially rude to him, and I know it really hurt him. I had gone into the hotel gift shop to pick up a book to read. And there it was that I came face to face with the colonel. He smiled. He had a beautiful smile, and it made his already handsome face -well, he had the face of an angel. But I didn't return his smile. I flung my head in the air, and walked right by him. I heard him say, 'I guess this is your way of telling me to get lost ' I continued on to my room, and went to bed. My mother was already asleep, and it wasn't long before I was." About two hours later we were jolted out of bed by the most ear splitting sound. My mother and I scrambled into ...

... he would spend the rest of his life as a Christmas volunteer" Andrea and I finished our lunch in silence.~Laura Lagana~Laura @LauraLagana.com Christmas Presence has been published in Chicken Soup for the Volunteer's Soul as well as Chicken Soup for the Soul Christmas Treasury. Laura Lagana is an author, speaker and registered nurse. She is a co-author of" Chicken Soup for the Volunteer's Soul ," Co-author" Serving Time, Serving Others ," and Author-editor" Touched by Angels of Mercy" Laura is a member of the National Speakers Association, Delaware Literary Connection, American Nurses Association and National Nurses in Business Association. Laura Lagana may be reached at Success Solutions, P.O. Box 7816, Wilmington, DE 19803; E-mail: Laura @LauraLagana.com; Website: http :// www.LauraLagana.com [Author: Laura Lagana Copyright 2000 (Laura @LauraLagana.com)-{ used with permission}] Inspirational Stories SkyWriting.Net All Rights Reserved. ...

... you fall. His blistering trajectories usually whiz toward us in the form of stinging words -words like" I want a divorce" or" You have cancer ," maybe even" You're fired !" All of which can be painful, and sometimes even enough to make you want to give up, but none have the power to make you fall. In Romans 8: 38-39 the apostle Paul wrote:" For I am persuaded, that neither death, nor life, nor angels, nor principalities, nor powers, nor things present, nor things to come, nor height, nor depth, nor any other creature, shall be able to separate us from the love of God, which is in Christ Jesus our Lord" No matter what Satan throws at you, it will never be enough to make you fall. Remember, he can shoot all he wants, and even scream" Bang !" until he's blue in the face, but the truth ...

... tyke when I want to, and I'll appreciate every hour we spend together. Did I mention March can't come soon enough? I can't wait to meet and greet the new little tyke that's already in my heart. I'm sure he or she will be the best baby in the world. As the late writer and humorist Teresa Bloomingdale said," If your baby's beautiful and perfect, never cries or fusses, sleeps on schedule, burps on demand, and is an angel all the time-then you must be the grandma"~Darlene A. Buechel~Copyright 2010 All Rights Reserved Darlene is a Wisconsin Cheese Head and excited Grandma-to-be. She spends her time reading, writing, and enjoying life in the country. [by: Darlene A. Buechel, Copyright 2010-{ used with permission}] Inspirational Stories SkyWriting.Net All Rights Reserved. ...

... sensed it, for no one spoke. It entered our presence as if introduced by God himself. And no one dared stir for fear it would leave prematurely. What was it? An eternal instant. An instant in time that had no time. A picture that froze in mid-frame, demanding to be savored. A minute that refused to die after sixty seconds. A moment that was lifted off the time line and amplified into a forever so all the angels could witness its majesty. An eternal instant. A moment that reminds you of the treasures surrounding you. Your home. Your peace of mind. Your health. A moment that tenderly rebukes you for spending so much time on temporal preoccupations such as savings accounts, houses, and punctuality. A moment that can bring a mist to the manliest of eyes and perspective to the darkest life. Eternal instants have dotted history. It was an eternal instant when the Creator smiled and ...

... relatives looking for ways they can express their thoughts and prayers to the American people. Canadians look for ways to help and make a difference. It looked like quite a few cowboys found a way to help. As I left the small town where I'd driven to attend the funeral, rain drops touched my windshield. Good, I thought, with this drought perhaps we'd see a bit of rain. I felt as if the rain drops were representative of the tears of angels for their joy at being reunited with grandpa Orban. Suddenly, it was as if the sky opened and the rain became so forceful that visibility was difficult. When I slowed to a crawl, I saw it. Large and glorious, whipping in the wind, perched atop an irrigation watering system, flew a flag! It was an American flag, to honor the thousands who died September 11. I was so greatly touched that I began to cry. I thought about ...

... her face and her young innocence showed in the acne splashed across her forehead. There was a twinkle in her left eye, not the sparkly fairy-like twinkle of youth, but one that told me there was something wrong with it. I snapped back into the moment and struggled to play the next song for them. Then I introduced her." Michelle wants to sing for us," I said. The group cheered. Then the music started. She was an angel. Her voice pure and her presence soft and gentle on the eye." Some say love it is a river" I stood across the room mesmerized. When she finished I cheered. I ran over to thank her, praise her and hug her for what she had given us. Later she asked if she could sing again. Without hesitation I said," Absolutely! Pick out another song"" I want to sing one I wrote. There's no music ," ...

... themselves. I only know that the world has given me no happiness. After searching my entire life, I have only been able to find the answers to my questions on my knees at the foot of the Cross.~Jaye Lewis~Jaye Lewis is an award winning writer, who looks at life from a unique perspective, celebrating the miraculous in the everyday. She lives and writes in the beautiful mountains of Virginia. Jaye is currently editing her book, Entertaining Angels, which she hopes to submit to a publisher before the first of the year. Feel free to email her or click the link below to visit her website. [By: Jaye Lewis Copyright 2004-submitted by: Jaye Lewis (jayelewis @comcast.net)] Inspirational Stories SkyWriting.Net All Rights Reserved. ...

... Simply The Best A trip to the bookstore with my granddaughter is always a big production. She peruses the aisles for hours, touching the books, running her hands over the covers, picking them up, putting them back, looking at a few pages here and looking at a few pages there. I never realized the full importance my five-year-old Grand Angel placed on these excursions, until the day I suggested she pick the book she liked best, so we could get on home for dinner. Her response was remarkable." But Grammy, I like them all the best. All the covers are bee-yoo-tiful and all the pictures are bee-yoo-tiful AND they're all different. Just like people. Remember when you told me about people ?" I most certainly remembered when I 'told her about people. I had explained that we are all beautiful in our own different way. Each of us has a story to tell and no two stories are the same. ...

... a quiet almost trance-like existence. Everyone's eyes are now fixed on grandmother. Eight eyes follow each cinnamon roll as they are placed on the plate in front of them. You don't dive into it. You savor the moment as you watch the icing slowly melt down the sides. By now your mind has already consumed it, but your belly cries out with a rumble" I can't wait any longer !"" This is heavenly ," mother says." You are an angel ," father adds. Then, from the smallest child comes the biggest question." Grandmother, when you go to heaven can we still visit ?" the child asks. Grandmother takes her place at the head of the table, picks up her fork and says," I will visit you"" How ?" the child asks. Grandmother takes her first bite of the cinnamon roll, places the fork back down and leans toward the child. Smiling, she places her finger ...

... enter the room, as secret service agents were sure to be patrolling the hallway. As the young man climbed out, Coolidge left him with this admonition:" Son, you're a nice boy. You are better than you are acting. You are starting down the wrong road. Just remember who you are" It wasn't until after the death of Mrs. Coolidge in 1957 that this story was allowed to come out. It was first published in the" Los Angeles Times" And most interesting of all is that the President's notes show that the young man was indeed better than he was acting. He repaid the $32 loan in full. Kurt Hahn, the founder of Outward Bound, said this:" There is more in us than we know. If we can be made to see it, perhaps, for the rest of our lives, we will be unwilling to settle for less"~Steve Goodier~[ by: ...

... the chance. What happened? No one listened" I listen, I encourage, but I don't realize the value of what I do or understand the impact. It was during a recent visit to a new facility that I realized that my efforts made a difference in the lives of those I met." How are you today ?" I heard someone ask. I turned around and scanned the room to see who was speaking." I heard the voice of an angel !" I said smiling." Where are you ?" Then I heard a faint laugh in the corner." Oh, there you are. I am so lucky to find you today ," I said. She was seated on an old Victorian looking couch. It reminded me of the furniture in my mother's living room. We could only sit on it when company came. So, I jumped at the opportunity to sit next to this wonderful woman. Her hair was white ...

... humor. I realized for the first time the very different world Kevin lives in. He was born 30 years ago, mentally disabled as a result of difficulties during labor. Apart from his size (he's 6-foot-2 ), there are few ways in which he is an adult. He reasons and communicates with the capabilities of a 7-year-old, and he always will. He will probably always believe that God lives under his bed, and that airplanes stay up in the sky because angels carry them. I remember wondering if Kevin realizes he is different. Is he ever dissatisfied with his monotonous life? Up before dawn each day, off to work at a workshop for the disabled, home to walk our cocker spaniel, returning to eat his favorite macaroni-and-cheese for dinner, and later to bed. The only variation in the entire scheme are laundry days, when He hovers excitedly over the washing machine like a mother with her newborn child. He does not seem ...

... for a walk, he ’ s ready! He is one busy, but happy, fellow. When the four of us crawl into bed at night, Hank is literally zonked out within seconds, and it ’ s no wonder. His life is devoted to the needs of every member of his pack, and especially Shiloh … his blind charge. As I drift off to sleep at night, I often wonder if Hank is really a snow-white Schnauzer, or an angel in disguise …~Kathleene S. Baker~Copyright 2007 Lnstrlady @aol.com www.txyellowrose.com Kathleene and husband, Jerry, reside in Plano, Texas. A freelancer, she has contributed to newspapers, anthologies, magazines, online ezines, and writes a weekly column entitled" Heart of Texas" for Frank Talk Magazine. Kathy also writes for Southern Tour Magazine, and is Editor for Starfish, a daily inspiration ezine. Kathy's website: www.txyellowrose.com Email: Lnstrlady @aol.com [By: ...

... out into smiles when they saw Scruffy marching down the hall. He needed no leash. He had learned his manners well, and he never forgot them. He seemed to sense which of the elderly folks were timid of him, and which ones delighted in his putting his paws on their knees. Scruffy was a born entertainer. He thrived on performing. That mongrel brought sparkle and excitement into the lives of children and elderly alike. If a dog could be an angel, Scruffy would have had wings.~Helen Dowd~[ by Helen Dowd Copyright 2005, (hmdowd @telus.net)-submitted by: Helen Dowd] Inspirational Stories SkyWriting.Net All Rights Reserved. ...

... to take care of our brothers and sisters every day of the year. So if you feel led in your heart to pass this on to anyone just say a prayer for your brothers and sisters when you send it, and God will pour out his blessings on their family and your family too. Father, in the name of Jesus, I pray and confess your word over my family and surround them with my faith. I believe and confess that you give your angels charge over my family to accompany and defend and preserve them in all their ways. You, Lord, are their refuge and fortress. You are their glory and the lifter of their heads. O Lord, my Lord, how majestic and glorious is your name in all the earth. You have set your glory on or above the Heavens. You have established strength because of your foes, that you might silence the enemy. I sing praise to your name on most ...

... Symphony Of Summer Praise Struggling from the warmth of sleep, we feel the clear crisp air filled with the knife-edge of frost. Our ears are serenaded by the songs of birds as they greet the new day. Dew sprinkled flowers lift sparkling faces to the sun. God's finger draws cloud pictures in the blue morning sky. Angels, puppies and ice cream cones fill our imaginations. Leaves dressed in their glorious summer green, speak to us as a brisk breeze blows through the trees foretelling a colder time yet to come.The smell of crisping bacon tantalizes our taste buds. Dogs bark, children play and is the distance the sound of mooing cows. Each distinct sound harmonizing into a summer symphony of praise. As the chilly air begins to warm, we start to enjoy the peaceful, pastoral scenes we have come to see. The road weaves a pattern through the cornfields as a tapestry in the hands of a master weaver. Tassels on ears of ...