NEVER STOP DREAMING

Aswan on the Nile River, Egypt

A Short Story

Leaping out of bed like a gazelle, this dream fresh in my mind unfolds thusly:

My eyes capture an infinite scroll as if searching for my ancestors, when my dear grandmother Mame’ Jeanne appears in radiant peace.  I let her know how much I’ve missed her, she nods saying, “when you finish writing all of your stories, then will I be waiting for you and we will all be together.”

What an awesome way to start a new day!

Dreams are mysteriously important, don’t you agree?

Eleanor Roosevelt concurred when she spoke:

“The future belongs to those who believe in the beauty of their dreams.”

Wishing you sweet dreams — your scribe for love

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ALEXANDRIA

ALL THINGS ANGELS

Concluding Angel Short Stories

I beckon Alexandria’s guidance for almost everything in my life…especially in one instance she did not fail me…

April 10, 2010…Driving home from work, placing the rosary in my pocket, impacted by a dreadful screeching sound, I saw my car rising into air simultaneously hearing a sweet voice saying, “Patricia, let’s just do this together.”  I echoed a mental “yes” as the car spun once, twice, but at third spin I could no longer hold the steering wheel…forging into this space, the car traveled on the roof’s edge, metal scraping down the highway for what seemed to be eternal, gravity finally flipped the car onto the pavement, wheels still spinning, I found myself hanging upside down in this pure grace of silence…musing…I am still alive!  Alexandria, you did this for me?

The young man pulling me out of the wreck had run a stop sign, repeating, “I’m so sorry, please forgive me..I nodded yes.  The next voice, a paramedic, said, “young lady, you are very lucky today.”  Smiling back at him, “no luck, sir, it was my guardian angel Alexandria who saved me…she always places God before my eyes and reach!

Thank You, God!  Angels do protect us from harm and evil.

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CONTINUING ALL THINGS ANGELS

I’m delighted you have come back…

Lanetta was another special “angel” friend, a dedicated nurse.  Sitting next to her in the pew, I sensed her deep sorrow as she sobbed uncontrollably, so I wrapped my arm around her tiny shoulders whispering, “Jesus will help you.”  We remained clutched together as we exited the church.  As we parted , she said, “Thank you, you feel like an angel, you remind me of my mother–O how I miss her”…and that is how our intense friendship began.

We met often dining out, on one such occasion she brought me a magnificent angel doll which I immediately named her Alexandria, my guardian angel.  Lanetta was often troubled saying that her life had turned out badly…we spoke for long hours about God and His unfathomable mercy…we would often pray to dispel her anxieties…two days later, her husband called…she died September 9, 2013.  Struck with devastation, my prayers increased for her eternal rest.  I begged God to give me a sign that Lanetta was happily reunited with her parents.  With my eyes closed, tears streaming down my face, I noticed a bright silhouette near the altar, wondering “is that you, Lanetta? I miss you so much.”  Her countenance glowed more–yes!  I am convinced, it is Lanetta.

Amazing grace flows when you BELIEVE!

Please stay tuned for my final angel story on tomorrow…and perhaps you may catch a glimpse for “All Things Angels” around you.

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ALL THINGS ANGELS

SERIES OF SHORT STORIES

Do you believe in Angels?  I certainly do…may this series of short stories delight your senses with awe…

Joan is a longtime friend.  I met her at church, her presence bowed towards the sanctuary in an aura of reverence that I yearned for myself.  She shared about her niece who is a hidden visionary bedridden in frail illness who oftentimes converses with Jesus.  Somehow, I believed that and quickly asked Joan if her niece could reveal the names of my family’s guardian angels.  Months passed, while at church again, Joan slipped a piece of paper into my hand where the names were written…how thrilling!  To this day I honor these guardian angels especially when something urgent or dreadful unfolds.

My next encounter with Angels came through Mother Angelica as she described the Nine Choirs of Angels…further captivated by their decreeing duties, most especially the Dominions who disperse weather conditions.  At the roar of thunder or lightning strike, I often say, “O God, please give us your mercy!”  You see, our guardian angels help us prepare for our eternal destination.  They always keep sight of God for our personal intentions.  They forever protect us so we may achieve our individual destiny.

Angels continue to come my way.  Once, my husband came home with a large box from a yard sale.  “Here,” he said, “these are for you,” quickly tearing off the newspaper wrapping, I discovered three layers of angel figurines made of metal, wax, ceramic and crystal in various shapes and colors…my heart rejoiced at this treasure.  In time, I have passed them along as gift.

Let’s pause for now as I will continue posting more angel stories tomorrow…hoping you will come back for more…

your scribe for love

 

 

THE BENCH by EDOUARD MANET

A Short Story

Come!  Follow this stony white path and join me on the warm wooden bench in this colorful garden…that I may share a secret with you.

See how my loyal Fido hunts for sweet whiffs of flowers.  I have sat in this peaceful oasis all my life.  It beholds loving memories of my upbringing in Provence, France, to this present moment.  My eyes continue to relish the vibrant and lush panorama.  This is where God smiles at me, or frowns sometimes, yet we abound in rich rendezvous.  Here I can be real with myself and be present to Him.  He waits for me with such gentle patience, no bounds to express my concerns.  Our restful garden spot is my very own Mount Carmel where I can soak in all the wisdom I need to live out my life.  This is home where Grace paves the way for my eternal rest.  I’m so glad you sat with me on the bench to experience this mystical garden.  Hopefully, you come away refreshed and happy.

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