This story is companion to my poem by
the same name.
Reflecting on all that I learned from this Grace-filled moment in my life, probably the bit of greatest transformational benefit
is coming to actively realize that, in my experience at least, Angels have access to directly assisting us proportional to our sincere inclination and/or investment in believing that they can.
At the outset of this unfolding event I had up to that point, not given Angels
a whole lot of thought, or conscious attention. If you were to ask me, I would have said I believed in Angels, but as a generic yes/no proposition, and not much more.
My conscious position in this began to shift in the Spring of '93. With steadily increasing frequency, it seemed I was encountering images of Angels, on cards and as statues, etc., everywhere I went. The spontaneous increase was doubtless, and had become a wonderment for me, but I didn't speak of it to anyone. Then, on my 32nd birthday in October of that year, a dear friend gifted me with a Book, "Where Angels Walk." The entire book is intimately engaging testimonies of everyday people who had the direct experience of relating to Angels in their lives. I was fascinated and enchanted--like I could not put it down.
Right in the middle of this most revealing read I was, on a Tuesday afternoon, on my way to a local laudromat with my weeks laundry. As I dropped it off and turned to leave, I suddenly discovered my wallet was missing! I sifted through my dirty laundry; I combed over my car and my purse. I turned within and inquired of my wallet whether it was within my reach. No. Intuitively, I knew, my wallet had somehow fallen into the abyss of Unknown.
Now, my pulse is racing; my stomach is sinking and my brain is on the verge of a short-circuit--when I began to back out of my parking spot and suddenly stopped. The awareness of Angels broke through and held the impending Fog of Fear at bay. And, I said out loud: "I can panic, or I can pray." With the conviction at heart of them sitting right next to me, I began repeating out loud, "Somebody please protect my wallet." All the way home, like a mantra, "Somebody please protect my wallet."
When I got to my apartment, I flew through the door, leaving it wide open to hastily check everywhere my wallet could possibly be. With resounding emptiness, I sank down next to my phone, put my hand on the receiver and said, "God, this is it; I've got to cancel my cards."
At that precise moment I heard two strange voices on the walk outside. I literally held my breath, thinking, 'could this be it?' Two men suddenly rounded the corner onto my porch and stepped decisively through my wide-open door. Before I could register a word, the unknown hand reached across my living room and handed me my wallet.
"My God, kind sir," I declared, "you simply cannot believe the miracle of which you have just been a part!" "Oh, but I can, Ma'm," he said with a smile beaming, "you said just the right thing." He was certain that he and his companion heard me say, "Praise the Lord," in the moment I recall holding my breath.
The briefest recount of the morning from my gracious guests revealed that I had left my wallet on top of my car when I was loading up my laundry. This confirmed in the fact that my new friends had been on their way to work at no less than 45 miles an hour down our main through fare, when he, "spotted something in his rear-view mirror" on the blacktop! Not only did he see my little pocket-sized wallet on the side of the road from behind--he turned around and picked it up. Did he figure to call me on lunch? Did he figure to mail it to my obviously current license address? No. He took the time in that moment to snoop out my address and actual apartment to deliver it into my hands with literally the most perfect timing of anything I have ever heard of, much less actually experienced.
Needless to say, now I invite my Angels into every day. Often, if I am sitting at lunch alone, I will acknowledge them sitting there with me out loud. I try to remember to ask how I might be of assistance to them, in turn. That such relationships could only run one way, does not seem reasonable when I will help them in any way I can. I'm learning to pay attention to how.