She loved the idea of angels. But did she really believe in them? I’ve always loved the idea of angels: messengers of God who guide and protect every human life; offer forgiveness, comfort, grace and aid; and love us as God does, unconditionally. So I was thrilled when I got hired at Angels on Earth almost 10 years ago.From my first day on the job, I felt like God intended for me to work at this magazine. But one evening on my subway ride home from the office, I wondered silently: Do I really believe in angels?I enjoyed that readers got so much reassurance and peace from our stories about angels, and I felt honored to be a part of bringing them those stories. And I related to what readers shared: feeling God’s presence in times of crisis, hearing words of comfort and courage, having help appear out of the blue.I knew these were all signs of God at work in our lives. But when a reader would write in about actually seeing an angel, a figure in a white robe with large feather wings, I’d often set aside their hand-written note and furrow my brow.I believed our readers had seen something?I knew they weren’t just daydreaming or imagining these visions. But invisible creatures with wings? Was that really what God’s messengers were like?Then one day I was in my bedroom at home working on a project, so engrossed that I hadn’t looked away from the computer screen for some time. Suddenly I sensed a presence behind me, and I glanced up to see if someone, maybe my husband, had entered the room.Over my writing desk, which faced a wall, hung a large mirror. When I looked up at the mirror I could always see who was walking in the bedroom door behind me. But when I looked into the mirror that day I gasped.Standing just behind my desk chair was an angel: tall and graceful. She was wearing a long white robe and had hair that fell in ringlets around her shoulders.A golden rope was at her waist, and she possessed two enormous wings. The sheer size of them struck me. Her wings looked so strong, so powerful. And they were covered in hundreds of white feathers.I didn’t move a muscle. I sat there still as a deer surprised in the woods, watching this otherworldly being in the mirror as she slowly floated out of view.The whole experience lasted about 30 seconds. Once I felt able I turned around in my chair. The room was empty, but I now knew that I was never really alone.That experience ignited my passion for all things angels. Suddenly I wanted to read every book I could about angels. I began collecting angel figurines and jewelry.I started assuring friends and family that angels were watching over them. And the stories I worked on at Angels on Earth had a deeper meaning for me.They say that angels appear in our lives at pivotal moments: when we need encouragement or healing or transformation.The day I saw my angel I was playing around with an idea that, years later, would become my new guided journal, Heaven on Earth.The chapter about angels is a wonderful place to record your own interactions with angels: both divine angels and human earth angels like friends, family and even strangers.Angels surround each one of us every day protecting, nurturing and inspiring us, whether we see them or not. Take my word for it: Angels are magical, but they are also very real.
- 1 1/2 lb. sirloin steak, thinly sliced
- 1 cup low-sodium beef broth
- 1/2 cup low-sodium soy sauce
- 1/2 cup brown sugar
- 3 tbsp. sesame oil
- 1 tbsp. sriracha
- 3 cloves garlic, minced
- 3 green onions, thinly sliced, plus more for garnish
- 2 tbsp. cornstarch
- 2 cups broccoli florets
- Sesame seeds
- Cooked jasmine rice
- In a large slow-cooker, add steak. Add beef broth, soy sauce, brown sugar, sesame oil, Sriracha, garlic, and green onions.
- Cover and cook on low until beef is tender and cooked through, 3 1/2 to 4 hours.
- When the steak is tender, spoon a few tablespoons of the slow-cooker broth into a bowl and whisk with cornstarch. Pour into slow cooker and toss with the beef until combined. Add broccoli and cook, covered, 20 minutes more.
- Garnish with sesame seeds and green onions and serve over rice.
It is amazing to me how a simple summer afternoon, beautiful blue Skies, and no rain for once can turn into an even more magical Experience simply by someone ringing our doorbell.My son and I had just settled down to our Sunday night dinner Last night and our doorbell rang. Little did I know a two-hour Grand adventure was about to start for me It was our neighbor advising me that I should shut my garage door Because a twenty-five pound snapping turtle was resting on my Driveway. My son and I stared out in amazement. There she was, A glorious ancient reptile resting on her journey. Her journey so far had taken her from a pond to the north of our Home, up a huge hill, and to everyone’s amazement across a busy Trafficked road. And she had crossed another street to arrive in My driveway. Everyone realized she was heading to another pond That was at the end of our subdivision. However, she had heard The water in my front yard from my mini pond and was Investigating it in a brief stay. We all stared in amazement as this creature brought herself up From her resting position and proudly walked forward … Her Steps were steady and determination was shown in each step as she Marched across my garden. She rested again in my garden, in the Cool shade of the tall grasses. My small garden pond was not the Destination, so once again she pushed herself up and started the March eastward toward the larger pond.She changed direction after she left my garden and headed down to The sidewalk. By now, more and more people were coming out to Watch her progress. Slow and steady, with incredible strength And determination, she walked forward, never veering from her Path. As she made her way, more and more children came out to see “The Turtle.” I ran back home to check and see if this migration was Normal at this time of year for snapping turtles. I discovered While searching the Web that we were seeing a rare occurrence in August. The turtle knew by instinct where her goal was, the Other pond. And on trust and instinct, she followed her path. She knew where she had to go and her route.So for the next two hours, I became a turtle wrangler with my Front porch broom, keeping kids at a safe distance, asking one of The children to run a get a water can of water to keep her moist As this journey was drying her out and that was not good for her. And above all else, keeping everyone out of her path, as that Made her nervous and she would retreat inside her shell.Our goal became her goal, to help her along the sidewalk. The Kids learned that snapping turtles hiss when provoked, and yes She will open her mouth and lunge her head forward and snap. Her Long claws, about two inches long, made a louder noise on the Sidewalk than a dog’s nails on a sidewalk. They were amazed and In awe of this wondrous creature. All the children were so Respectful of the turtle, as were the adults and some of the Older teens. Pictures were being taken by cell phone cameras. As The procession slowly followed The Turtle, more and more children Came out.Then suddenly after one of her rests, she changed direction. She Turned off the sidewalk and she went down a path between the Houses into a backyard. We quickly asked permission of the Owners to follow her there. The owner of the home was enthralled At her visitor. Then the turtle was headed into the tall Grasses, behind the houses. We knew she had to keep wet and we Could not keep track of her in the tall grasses. So it was Decided that we would try to get her into a box so we could carry Her the last 2000 yards to the pond.She did not like the box. She hissed at the box on the ground and Snapped at the side of it (that is how the kids got to see the Actual shape and powerful bite of a snapping turtle). A newfound Respect came over the kids.I kept guiding her from the tall grasses with the broom, and then Suddenly she lunged forward, snapped at my broom, and went into The box.It took four kids to carry and run with the box to the pond. Kids Were running after the box, parents were keeping up – all in one Mission to help our Turtle to her destination, the pond. The Turtle knew when were getting close to the pond; she was clawing Her way up the side of the box. Parents were praying the box Would hold the turtle’s weight. They could see the bottom of the Box giving way as we approached the pond. Then suddenly we were at the pond, the kids gently tipped the box on its side. and magic happened! The Turtle, after her laborious two-and-a-half-hour walk on land, glided effortlessly into the pond, submerged, and was home. The pond that was Turtle’s destination flows into the huge marsh at the south end of Lake Scugog, which is part of the Trent-Severn water system.Once the turtle was released, the kids shouted and whooped and cheered, their mission to help our Turtle complete. As our group of newly appointed turtle wranglers walked, some skipped back to the subdivision. They all chattered about how wonderful this adventure had been, how they wanted to name their turtle, how in just a short two-and-a-half hours this wonderful ancient creature captured their hearts. A lovely way to end their summer vacations and then go back to school to tell of their summer adventure with our Turtle.As for me? I saw it s the journey we take in this lifetime. We Move forward, not resisting change, knowing our path in our Hearts and following it by instinct, trusting and believing we Will arrive at our destination no matter what is put in our way. And once we arrive, we are given the gift of freedom, of what we Love to do, to be who we can be … and simply glide through the Rest of our journey, with help from special guidance that is Always there for us, if we just accept that we are not alone and Always guided.Great way to go through life.
A man had trouble getting his neighbor to keep his chickens fenced in.
The neighbor kept saying chickens were noble
creatures, and they had the right to go where they wanted.The man had no luck keeping the chickens out of his flower beds.
He tried everything…Two weeks later, a visiting friend noticed the flower beds were doing great!
They were blooming and beautiful.So the friend asked, “How did you make your neighbor keep his hens in his own yard?””One night I hid half a dozen eggs under a bush by my flower bed, and the next day I let my neighbor see me gather them. I wasn’t bothered after that.”
- 1 20 oz. can cubed pineapplecrushed would work too
- 1 15 oz. can tropical fruit mix
- 2 tbsp. corn starch
- 2 tbsp. sugar
- 1 package 18.25oz. orange cake mix (I used Duncan Hines Orange Supreme, but any one would work)
- 10 oz. a little over two sticks butter
- 1/2 c Instant Oatmeal
- First, drain all of the juice from the tropical fruit and maybe 1/3 of the juice from the pineapple into a bowl. Add the corn starch and sugar and mix well…there should be no lumps. Put in a pan (I like using a small omelet pan, but a sauce pan would work too) over low to medium heat with 2tbsp. of the butter and thicken up…it should become the consistency of pie filling. Add a little more corn starch if it doesn’t get thick enough.
- In the meantime, dump the rest of the fruit (with the remaining juice) in a greased Pyrex dish (I really have no idea what size it is…not the biggest one in the Pyrex set, but the next biggest).
- Once the juice mixture thickens up on the stove, pour it on top of the fruit in the Pyrex.
- Pour the cake mix over that.
- Mix in the oatmeal to the cake mix (just kind of sprinkle it over and mix it in with your fingers).
- Melt the rest of the butter and pour on top evenly…it should cover all of the cake mix.
- Put in the oven at 350 degrees for 1 hour.
- Serve with ice cream.