Angels

Patty over at Morning Ramble shared stories from her life where divine intervention kept her safe. It reminded me of something that happened almost 23 years ago . We lived in a small town outside of Montgomery Alabama. We were only married for a few years and didn't have much money, but we loved to window shop and imagine what we would buy if we could. One Saturday afternoon we decided to go to a local furniture store and look around to see what was new. We decided to split up, Randy took our 3 year old son to look around downstairs and I took our 13 month old daughter upstairs to look at sofas. If you have ever tried to carry a 13 month old around for very long you know that once they learn to walk, they want DOWN. When we got upstairs my daughter was squirming to get down out of my arms. I didn't see but one exit, the stairs we had just come up, and I decided it was safe enough. Besides, I wanted to look at the furniture in peace. So I let her down. She toddled away from me and the stairs. I kept one eye on her as I looked around to make sure she didn't go anywhere near the stairs. I felt perfectly safe letting her walk around the chairs and sofas, there was nothing I could see that could harm her. After a few minutes I had a "thought" come into my mind, very clear, "Where is Laura?" I looked over and called to her, I saw her look in my direction and smile. She was completely across the room from the stairs. Everything I saw said to me she was fine. I turned away and again, much stronger, much more urgent sounding, almost like an order barked at me, "WHERE IS LAURA? CHECK ON HER NOW" I literally jumped. I turned and ran over to where my daughter was. When I came around the sofa she was walking past I saw there, cut into the floor, right next to the wall not 2 feet from where she was, a slot about 15-16 inches wide. It was cut into the floor for the door to the delivery area downstairs to be raised and lowered. To you or I, or an older child even, that slot would not have been a real danger but to my 13 month old it was a death trap. If she had fallen through she would have falled about 20 feet to a hard concrete floor below. I snatched her up and sat shaking for a few minutes before I found the strength to walk back down those stairs. When I tried to tell my husband about what happened. I never could describe the voice I heard. It was much more than a thought, almost like someone standing speaking over my shoulder directly into my ear. I heard it as clear as a bell that second time. There have been other times that I believe Angels have protected my family. I may never understand why they have been spared harm, but I will always be grateful . Life gets us down, and is really hard sometimes. We should all remember how precious we are and that we are loved.