~ Angel in the Midst of Our Lives
It was 6 PM and Lori was in her room pacing back and forth waiting for a phone call. Lori was planning to go out with her boy friend. They have been going out for a while but on this special night, something was about to happen. All of a sudden she receives a strange phonecall. No one was home and her parents were gone.
~The Message was~: Want to meet you family, meet me here at midnight.~
Lori was scared. She and her mom hadn't had a good relationship for years but things had changed since then and now she wants to be there with her mom as soon as possible. But Tongiht was supposed to be her night to spend time with her boy friend. She had a hard decision to make.
Soon her boyfriend called. They had fun and a had a great time but she was disturbed. At dinner time, she told her boyfriend what happened. Her boyfriend decided to help her out. They had 30 more minutes to be there at the destination.
Suddenly before there very eyes, they noticed something strange from the sky. The Clouds started to change form into the midst of an Angel. The Angel in the midst started talking to Lori.
"I have been watching you all the time, guiding you, and taking care of you. Well tonight when you go to see your family in a bad state, just remember that there is an angel in your life all the time. Just remember that, and you will have what you need to overcome your situation."
When Lori heard what The Angel told her, she fell to her knees with grief. Her boyfriend helped her to become brave for her family. When Lori arrived, she sees a stranger who she does not know but somehow her parents know the stranger. Lori came to the aid of her family and at that moment, and When the Stranger saw the Angel in her, the stranger fell on his knees, begging for help.
Indeed there is a special Angel in all of our lives for a reason. Her B/f helped and showed Lori how to find the way. Lor had a special angel all the time in her life and you have one too.
In conclusion, Lori and her boy friend with her family walked back home together with the thought on their mind that there is always an Angel in their life...
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This is a story written by a man named Joshua Harris. It has always touched me deeply and I hope it will do the same things in your heart that it has in mine.
In that place between wakefulness and dreams, I found myself in the room. There were no distinguishing features save for the one wall covered with small index card files. They were like the ones in libraries that list titles by author or subject in alphabetical order. But these files, which stretched from floor to ceiling and seemingly endlessly in either direction, had very different headings.
As I drew near the wall of files, the first to catch my attention was one that read "Girls I Have Liked". I opened it and began flipping through the cards. I quickly shut it, shocked to realize that I recognized the names written on each one. And then without being told, I knew exactly where I was. This lifeless room with its small files was a crude catalog system for my life. Here were written the actions of my every moment, big and small, in a detail my memory couldn't match.
A sense of wonder and curiosity, coupled with horror, stirred within me as I began randomly opening files and exploring their content. Some brought joy and sweet memories; others a sense of shame and regret so intense that I would look over my shoulder to see if anyone was watching.
A file named "Friends" was next to one marked "Friends I Have Betrayed". The titles ranged from the mundane to the outright weird. "Books I Have Read", "Lies I Have Told", "Comfort I Have Given", "Jokes I Have Laughed At". Some were almost hilarious in their exactness: "Things I've Yelled at My Brothers."
Others I couldn't laugh at: "Things I Have Done in My Anger", "Things I Have Muttered Under My Breath at My Parents". I never ceased to be surprised by the contents. Often there were many more cards than I expected. Sometimes fewer than I hoped. I was overwhelmed by the sheer volume of the life I had lived. Could it be possible that I had the time in my 20 years to write each of these thousands or even millions of cards? But each card confirmed this truth. Each was written in my own handwriting. Each signed with my signature.
When I pulled out the file marked "Songs I Have Listened To", I realized the files grew to contain their contents. The cards were packed tightly, and yet after two or three yards, I hadn't found the end of the file. I shut it, shamed, not so much by the quality of music, but more by the vast amount of time I knew that file represented. When I came to a file marked "Lustful Thoughts", I felt a chill run through my body. I pulled the file out only an inch, not willing to test its size, and drew out a card. I shuddered at its detailed content. I felt sick to think that such a moment had been recorded.
An almost animal rage broke on me. One thought dominated my mind: "No one must ever see these cards! No one must ever see this room! I have to destroy them!" In an insane frenzy I yanked the file out. Its size didn't matter now. I had to empty it and burn the cards. But as I took it at one end and began pounding it on the floor, I could not dislodge a single card. I became desperate and pulled out a card, only to find it as strong as steel when I tried to tear it. Defeated and utterly helpless, I returned the file to its slot.
Leaning my forehead against the wall, I let out a long, self-pitying sigh. And then I saw it. The title bore "People I Have Shared the Gospel With". The handle was brighter than those around it, newer, almost unused. I pulled on its handle and a small box not more than three inches long fell into my hands. I could count the cards it contained on one hand. And then the tears came. I began to weep. Sobs so deep that the hurt started in my stomach and shook through me. I fell on my knees and cried.
I cried out of shame, from the overwhelming shame of it all. The rows of file shelves swirled in my tear-filled eyes. No one must ever, ever know of this room. I must lock it up and hide the key. But then as I pushed away the tears, I saw Him.
No, please not Him. Not here. Oh, anyone but Jesus. I watched helplessly as He began to open the files and read the cards. I couldn't bear to watch His response. And in the moments I could bring myself to look at His face, I saw a sorrow deeper than my own. He seemed to intuitively go to the worst boxes.
Why did He have to read every one? Finally He turned and looked at me from across the room. He looked at me with pity in His eyes. But this was a pity that didn't anger me. I dropped my head, covered my face with my hands and began to cry again. He walked over and put His arm around me. He could have said so many things. But He didn't say a word. He just cried with me.
Then He got up and walked back to the wall of files. Starting at one end of the room, He took out a file and, one by one, began to sign His name over mine on each card. "No!" I shouted rushing to Him. All I could find to say was "No, no," as I pulled the card from Him. His name shouldn't be on these cards. But there it was, written in red so rich, so dark, so alive. The name of Jesus covered mine. It was written with His blood. He gently took the card back. He smiled a sad smile and began to sign the cards. I don't think I'll ever understand how He did it so quickly, but the next instant it seemed I heard Him close the last file and walk back to my side. He placed His hand on my shoulder and said, "It is finished." I stood up, and He led me out of the room. There was no lock on its door. There were still cards to be written.
"As far as the east is from the west, so far hath he removed our transgressions from us."
Psalm 103:12
~My Angel~~
It was one cold night and Marie was sick in bed. Her mother came in her room asking her what was wrong. Marie was sad and troubled that she didn't even want to talk to her Mom. The mother was so depressed. There is nothing her mother could do but to pray for her daughter.
In the Middle of night, Marie received a phone call. Marie Lying in bed resting, picked up the phone and answered the phone. Beyond that phone call was a friend anyomous who she did not know. But it seemed that this friend was pretty nice. All of A sudden, her window flew open and shattered all over the place. Marie screamed and dropped her phone.
The Mother runs in and finds Marie nowhere to be found. "Just where was Marie" Marie was so scared that she didn't know what to do. She found herself floating up in the sky. At the moment she saw a beautiful Angel floating down on her. The Angel told her to come, and she did just that.
..A few hours later, The mother finds her daughter back asleep in her warms. The Mother whispered in her ear. " Oh, My little Angel,..Where have you been? The mother kissed her daughter on the cheek and went to sleep.
...My Angel..
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