Ann here!

My friends, I am asking myself if I saw an angel a few weeks ago.

Are they not all ministering spirits, sent forth to minister for them who shall be heirs of salvation? (Hebrews 1:14, KJV)

I wonder if we should be more receptive and open to the fact that angels are here. I mean, I go days – weeks, even — without thinking about angels. But I wonder if I should think about them more than I do.

Ok, well, here’s what happened a few weeks ago:

I was sitting in the garden of a church, in England. I was waiting for my Mum to pick me up from there, and knew I had a little time, so I opened a leather book I had been writing in, and I started to talk to God ….

I started to talk to God about his plans for me in the future. I said, “What are we building together next, Lord?” and I drew some pictures of some of the things that represented what he currently seemed to be doing, and therefore what was ‘next’ in my life.

I doodled a little, “We’re gonna do this”, and “we’re gonna do this”, and “we’re gonna do this, Lord”….

“But Lord, what do you have next for me to do?”

At that point I looked up and saw my Mum drive slowly past in her car, her face firmly set forward, without seeing me. So I hurriedly packed everything up and headed towards the road. On reaching the pavement, however, I could not see my Mum’s car and she seemed to have disappeared into thin air!

It was hot. Yes, England was experiencing an unheard of heatwave that week. And I stood there with my suitcase, many bags, and too-hot clothes, with the sun beating down on me. It seemed that Mum was taking an age, and there I was sweating away. Suddenly I got despondent and hung my head.

This journey of mine to England had not been easy, and as I hung my head I thought: “I just want to be back in New Zealand.”

Suddenly:

“Oh!” I heard, next to me. Then “Oh! OHHHH.”

It was as if someone had recognised my thoughts. And who was this person? I turned my head, and there was a woman in her sixties. Slightly plump.

She was right next to me, and our eyes met. She then said a phrase:

“It’s worth it, whatever you’re planning.”

Then, off she walked, briskly, with her back to me, not turning around once, not stopping to talk to me about what she had just said.

I was stunned. Perhaps she was a Christian with a prophetic gift. But about half an hour later it occurred to me that she might have been something different. I asked myself then, “Was she an angel?”

My friends, have you had a moment where you thought someone was an angel?

I can only say I’ve thought that once, possibly twice, before in my life.

Let’s chat in the comments!

Ann