I believe that they can appear as “just people”.
Several times in my life, I’ve had strangers “appear out of nowhere” and help me.
By the time I turned to thank them, they were just *gone*.
Many years ago, hubby was driving the Harley up a steep mountain and decided to “crack the throttle” without warning.
I had no backrest behind me, and in what *seemed* like a slow-motion eternity, I felt myself coming off the back of the bike.
Just as I stopped being able to feel the foot pegs touching my feet and I could look down and see pavement speeding beneath me, *something* incredibly strong yet as gentle as could be -shoved- me forward back onto the passenger seat.
[the touch felt “warm and comforting”]
I immediately grabbed onto hubby’s jacket belt for dear life.
I was not much of a believer or a practicing Christian, back then.
Mercy & grace.
There’s also a story of when I was 3 years old and lost on the dark streets of Norfolk VA.
Not ready to tell that one, yet.
I got caught in a rip tide off the eastern shore — and thank goodness I had a life jacket on. Everyone was looking for me. I was found two miles south of where my family was.
It took me a long time to learn to swim — and I’m still quite afraid, but I don’t remember much of the incident at all.
I have a couple other stories like that too.
After my mother had passed away, I was driving on Lancaster near Will Rogers Colisium in Fort Worth. Feeling sorry for myself and what was I going to do without her. All of the sudden, the sky opened up which looked just like a biblical picture full of heavenly light. I heard my mother’s voice telling me that she was alright and not worry as everything would be okay. I almost wrecked my car. God works in mysterious ways to comfort you.
Mercy and grace indeed!
3 years old and lost? You’ve been keeping your guardian angel busy!
When I was around 3 or 4, we were stationed in England. We were with company in a two-story house (I think it was our home); the adults were downstairs while their little boy and I were upstairs playing. My mother said they heard a blood-curdling scream, so they all ran upstairs and caught the boy before he fell out of the window. A man radiating light stood in the corner of the room next to the window; he reassured me that it was okay to scream (I wasn’t a noisy toddler nor did I understand that the boy was in danger). The man was so calm and matter-of-fact that I did what he said, after which he disappeared, and I didn’t feel as though anything unusual had happened until my mother mentioned the incident years later.
My mother also had what she thinks is an angelic experience. Before England, we lived in France in a hotel; she was worried about something, perhaps the surgery for my partial clubfoot; one day she saw a light hovering over my crib and felt everything was going to be all right (which, of course, it was).