Faith and Angels–Part 1

Happy Tuesday everyone. I am a week behind when I originally planned on putting this one up. (Hope you found it worth the ‘wait.’ :)) The post is also a little longer than I would have liked, but the editing monster won’t let me cut it back any more so I broke it up into two parts. (Sorry, friends. God made me a chatty storyteller!)

Once upon a time I was a religious person. Not so sure about the dogma and discipline part, but I rarely lack for faith, primarily in a universal higher power I choose to call God. I try to practice many of the tenets taught by Jesus Christ. I also revel in the spirituality and peace-of-soul that comes to me via the philosophy and adoption (and adaptation to my unique needs) of the twelve steps.

Once upon a time, anxiety could get me up in the night, wreaking havoc with my mind while playing scary games with my heart. (During a particularly difficult period at my first hospital job, I’d go to sleep with music playing—crazy how I had to stop listening to Sting’s Nothing Like the Sun CD–after a few episodes of waking up in a stereotypical cold sweat and heart palpitations to  the cut Fragile. (Took me a long time to listen to that incredible song after that.)

This little recounting brings me back to my beliefs. I hold dearly to the idea that God gives me what I need exactly when I need it—not on my time, but on His—and yes, that may include an angel or two. (More on that in Thursday’s post.)

On one of those mornings when I was work-bound to that hospital where I felt I was losing my mind (I alluded to that time in this post), after one of those nights I’d awakened to Fragile, I remember tuning into a Christian radio station as I drove. I was immediately slammed with this Bible quote: “Do not be anxious about anything. But in everything, by prayer and petition, with thanksgiving, present your requests to God. And the peace of God, which transcends all understanding, will guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus.”
Philippians 4:6-7 (NIV)

I did a double-take at the radio. Coincidence? Maybe. But that was exactly what I needed and I’ve often fallen back on that moment or spontaneously called upon those words too many times since.

That’s one example and possibly a reflection of the way I choose to see how things happen in my life. Just the other day I was fretting about this month’s bills when hubby tells me we got an Escrow refund and our mortgage is going down. (When is the last time that happened–and exactly in time to help fund a fairly large but unexpected car repair?) Hubby also found a way to lower our auto insurance without losing coverage. We got an ALDI market in our neighborhood and now there is $$ left after food shopping. Need I go on?)

Uh…yes, but I’m saving that for the next post! Stop in Thursday for part two!

In the meantime, I’d love to read about your experiences with how you got what you needed exactly when you needed it. Take the floor folks. It now belongs to you!


6 thoughts on “Faith and Angels–Part 1

  1. Very insightful, Joanne. I can’t think of anything off hand other than on our move back to Oklahoma. My sil was driving the propane fueled van that held two thirds of our belongings and we stopped for fuel, sitting on empty in the propane van and the only station in a remote little town was out of propane. SIL didn’t want to go the eighteen miles to the bigger town, but what choice was there? I told him “God said to tell you to drive. HE will get us there.” My sil didn’t want to, not believing in faith. I promised him we would make it. God wouldn’t tell me to take the chance if HE wasn’t with us. If we didn’t make it we’d have to sit in the desert all night with two vehicles, five adults, a baby and four dogs and three cats, one of which was very pregnant–as was my oldest dd whose husband was the propane van driver. She told him “Listen to Mom and drive.”
    With a snarky remark (I think it was something like if we don’t make it you owe me X amount of dollars. lol), we headed out into the desert at seven in the evening.

    Almost an hour later we pulled into the next town and a station with propane with ‘fumes’ to spare. Sil gave God his credit and so did dd and I.

    Thanks for a great inspirational post. I look forward to part 2.


  2. An amazing story, Calisa. I always remember when on my two maternity leaves (and on many occasions to this day) the bankbook almost zeroing out. Somehow, like your propane fumes, there always manages to be enough to get us through those ‘desert spells’ (you know how we writers are supposed to tie the description to the story, right?).

    Thanks for sharing your story, friend. Among the reasons ‘Footprints’ is such a popular story is that it illustrates God’s presence and force in our lives, whether we are aware of it (or choose to acknowledge it). Hope you enjoy part 2! 🙂


  3. My daughter feels so strongly about Footprints that when her fiance was murdered in 2003 she got a footprint tattoo around her left ankle like an anklet, the ‘catch’ is his initial “J” just like he wrote it in his name. She said it’s to remind her that God was with her during that dark time of losing her love (hence the J).


    1. Talk about faith, Calisa. I’m so sorry for your daughter. Can’t imagine how horrid a time that must have been for all of you. Her tattoo sounds lovely. And what a great reminder. Hope she’s found peace since that time.


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