Thanks, and I and my mother did have an angelic visitation (back when I was very small, about five or so). It was in the appearance of men, however..., and more like the kinds of angelic visitations that people do have in this world, even today. Angels usually don’t say too much. They are very sparse with their words, if there are any words at all...
And you don’t know, at first, that they are angels, but they do have something different about them that you don’t quite know what to think about, at the time (until later...).
When I was small and in Houston, I was at home with my mother (she was working around the house, in the middle of the day). I ran off and out of the house, one day and wandered many blocks away across two big streets carrying traffic into and out of downtown Houston. When my mother noticed me missing, she was frantic and didn’t know where I went. Being the prayerful mother that she always was (and the dedicated Christian that she always was), she immediately called upon God to help her find me.
When she saw I wasn’t around the house, she went out on the sidewalk (it was the middle of the block) and looked up and down to see if I was around. I wasn’t. But, after some more prayer, she saw, off in the distance (blocks away) two tall men walking with a small kid between them, holding hands with the child. As they got closer, she saw that it was me, walking in between the two very tall men (the “tall” is what she kept emphasizing over and over, when repeating the account of what happened).
They walked right up to her, never said a word and “handed me off” to her, at which point she bent down and grabbed and hugged me, along with a bit of scolding. And then, after a few seconds of that, she raised back up to thank the two men — but — they were not there. They had disappeared.
It was only a few seconds, and they were right in front of her, and when she looked back up again, they were nowhere to be seen, and she was out in the open in the center of the block on the sidewalk in broad daylight. There was nowhere for them to go.
And thus, that’s the account that my mom gave of two angels bringing me back to her.
As for me, I don’t remember the actual events, but only my mother telling me this, over and over again (she never tired of it...). I only think that one day I may see who those two angels were, whose hands I had in my hands, at one time in the past.
I believe those kinds of angelic visitations are going on all the time, and many times in ways that people don’t even know about or are aware of. So, know that angels do come and do God’s bidding and command, among us, on this earth — and it continues unto this day.
I once told a friend of mine that something about the way he talks at times seems as if he subconciously thinks he has been here longer than he should be. I asked if there was a reason. He then told me his mother had told him when he was about three there was a house fire. A black skinned man had carried him out of it and had safely handed him to a neighbor. No one knew where the man came from and he had disappeared just as quickly.
Your story is beautiful. I believe in angels.With all that is happening in our world right now,I prefer to believe that an angel did visit the little girl and healed her.If misguided voters can believe that Obama is the second coming, I can certainly believe that this was an angelic visitation.And I know I am more correct in that than they are!
When sightings of angels or spitirual events occur ,I suppose it is human nature to want to discredit them.When Jesus returns, I’m curious as to how that will be reported!! Our minister last week made a statement during the service that has stayed with me. He said that most people are so willing to accept the babe in the manger ,but not the man on the cross...Gives you pause for thought in the scheme of things