datestampTuesday, April 10, 2012


I believe in angels. I know I have many of them surrounding me...some who have passed on from this life, and others who are living. At times I find myself crying out to Heaven, sharing my soul, my thoughts, my dreams. Of living. Of dying. Of my children, and husband. No matter what "issue" or predicament I find myself in things always seem to work out...and I think it's because of my angels.
It's as simple as my sweet sister coming over... she brought a snow cone machine. The kids played, and ate a lot of cones. Sweet laughter was heard, sunshine soaked in, and pitter patter of little feet all around. Weeds were pulled in the back yard, trees were clipped. Love was shown. Love was felt.
My dear Aunt came to my door. She was a shoulder to lean on, an ear to listen. My children adore her, they call her "Grandma". She is busy, she has her own life and family, but she came anyway. So she could love on my babies, and take them on an adventure...and they talk about it for days, and I am so grateful. My heart is full. My spirit is full.
We can all help each other. We can all be someones "angel." A kind word, a smile, mowing someones lawn, taking the time to just help. Bring a neighbors garbage in, a phone call, a prayer. I am so very grateful for the angels in my life. Grateful for the love we have been shown, for the tender mercies we have been given. Most of all I am grateful for my dear Heavenly Father who is mindful of me, and all of us. This knowledge is a gift...and I am so happy. xo
"If we have faith in Jesus Christ, the hardest as well as the easiest times in life can be a blessing...We never need to feel that we are alone or unloved in the Lord’s service, because we never are. We can feel the love of God. The Savior has promised angels on our left and our right, to bear us up. And He always keeps His word." —Henry B. Eyring