I used to be fascinated with the spiritual world in that I didn't understand hauntings and things that were unexplained. A few years ago, I picked up a book by a local pastor to Chattanooga, Ron Phillips. He's also pastor to several friends. When I bought the book at a yard sale of a friend I didn't realize who he was or where he was from. I had no clue. I started reading this book called "Invisible Allies" and was shocked when I started reading about events local to our area and street names that I drive down all the time. That's when all the pieces of that puzzle came together. He did an amazing job of explaining the mission and purpose of Angels and backed it all with scripture and testimonies, both personal and of people he knew. It helped explain to me what we experience that seem unexplainable. It helped ground my curiosity and even gave me peace about things I (or my kids have experienced.)
I want to share a few instances in my life where I have been aware of these "invisible allies".
The first experience I can remember happened when Cooper was around a year old. He was an early talker and very articulate. My sister in law and I were working together to start a business and Cooper was with us constantly. One day while talking to himself we realized it was a full on conversation. We asked him who he was talking to and quick as lightening he said "Bob". We froze.
Bob is a very important man in our family that passed away when my husband was 8 years old. We didn't talk about him really. Maybe on ocassion but rarely. Bob is my husband's daddy. My sister in laws daddy. She was as floored as I was.
A month or so later we were in our home town after moving into a retail space. We had sat down to eat and again Cooper was talking to someone and was very intensely watching as if someone was leaving. He hopped down from his chair and ran to the door looked out and down the walkway as if someone important just left. We asked him what he was doing. Again he said, it was Bob.
There have been lots of occasions where "Bob" has showed up but only seems to show himself to my kids. As they get older they react differently. Is it really James Dad? I don't believe so. I believe he is resting in peace with Jesus and waiting in us. I don't for a second believe those that are there visit. However, our angels know things far beyond our knowledge, even how to reach us. What's important to us, is important to them.
Evan had his own moments, mostly he shared information that he learned like when he told our neighbor that in heaven he would be her brother. He went on to explain how heaven worked and that when we all go there how different things are. He didn't talk about it like a child. He talked about it like an adult who had been there. He was 4. He didn't even start talking until he was nearly 3. My neighbor got chills and still to this day talks about the experience. Our messengers are sometimes those that are at their most innocent.
A few years ago, I was headed to a business meeting and my then 12 year old son, Cooper, called me and said "Mom! I was sitting on the porch listening to my music and I noticed our curtains moving. When I looked there was a man standing there with white hair and a beard. I went inside to see who was there and there was no one." I asked where his dad was and questioned everything; but, he stood by that he saw someone standing there looking out. Later that night when I got home he said "Oh, I forgot to tell you. After we talked I went back out on the porch and saw him walking across the street." I asked him if he saw what he was wearing. He said "You know I didn't even notice clothes." So we figured it was "Bob". My kids have never been afraid.
A little earlier today, I had sat the toddlers outside with their snacks at their baby picnic table. I stepped in to do dishes but could see them from the kitchen window. A little while later, the 2 year old came in, handed me his container and said "Him done. Him said thank you." I said "Really what else did 'Him' say?" (I was being kind of flippant). Then G said "He went Bye Bye. He kissed me. He said "I love you." When I asked G what he looked like. He said he was "big." He said he had "white" hair. I didn't even know he knew the color white yet. He was also wearing white. Is Him, Bob? I believe so.
I wanted to share a few of these stories because with all my heart I believe we have guardian angels that walk among us. I also believe that we have had evil among us. I have seen those too. In times of distress in our house and feelings of uneasiness I have seen things that I have had to "cast out". Call the name of Jesus and call our angel armies on. I've cleansed our house several times in recent years. The first time I realized something wasn't right was a morning I was irate before sending the kids to school. As I came down my steps I saw something (shadow) move from my living room to my dark dining room. I stopped dead in my tracks. Something was there and it had to go. It was disturbing the very peace in my house and using me to do so. So, while this may sound crazy to some, I'm willing to bet there are thousands of other people who have experienced similar instances. Some of us reason really hard with it but it's so simple.
There is a spiritual warfare going on that we can not see. Period. I call on our Angels from time to time to stand guard around our home. I call them to bring in a needed harvest for our work and business. I call them to protect our children when we can not be with them and sometimes just because we aren't sufficient.
I recommend Ron's newer book "Angels verses Demons". As Christians and Believers we can not take lightly that these spiritual beings exist. One exists to serve and to protect God's children, especially those who believe and the innocent. The other is out to destroy. Sometimes the battles are won for either side but praise His Holy Name, we know who wins the war! Amen!
I am birth mom to my 3 boys, foster mom to 2 sweet babies, wife to my high school sweet heart, and daughter to my King. I love to write. I am no scholar but I love my Lord and He helps me.