On
Angel's Wings
Transformational Stories of the Power of Spirit I've always had a concern and questions about certain unexplained happenings in my life. I've either accepted or ignored these happenings as natural. One night I was awoken from a sound sleep by a voice calling my name. I heard it clear as a bell. It awoke me around 1:00 a.m in the morning. This was not the first time it had happened but this time I was determined to resolve the mystery. Looking around the room I reasoned that the voice was definitely female and that someone was calling me that needed me...but who??? Not to wake my husband, I headed to the living room to think. As I headed out of the room, my concerned husband awoke asking if everything was okay. I explained that someone was calling my name and darn if I wasn't going to find out who it was. His answer was, "Okay Honey, you go find out!" As I sat in the living room, I thought of those close to me, my mother and family members. Mom was at the cottage with family, and I felt no problem there. Now my older sister, Terry, was recently widowed and going through a difficult time. I resolved to call her, as she lives on the West Coast and the time difference would put her at around 9:00 p.m. Terry answered the phone, and I could tell by her voice that she was crying. Not meaning to make light of the situation, but thought a little humor would do us both good I said, " I got your call." She explained that she had been thinking of me and had wished she could talk to me. How had I known? I resolved from then on not to ignore this wonderful voice in the future. Doreen Weatherbie, Charlottetown
Years ago, when I was in my mid-twenties, and living on a shoe-string (a tattered shoe string at that), I met a young woman who impressed me. Not only was she in worse economic straights than I was, but she had a four-month-old daughter and an ailing mother to care for. They lived in a two-room shack, had no vehicle, and had very few possessions aside from clothes, bedclothes, and some cooking utensils. The floor in their home was of rough boards. There was no place to set the baby down except on the bed. Somehow, this young woman kept the baby entertained, her mother comfortable, and herself in good spirits. She had a few old magazines that someone had given her. At the end of our long conversation, she offered these magazines as a parting gift. When I hesitated, she insisted that I take them. She so desperately wanted to give me something. I realized then that giving is a very strong urge in humans. We need to be able to give, as much as we need to be able to receive. Marie Lachance, Morrell |