Healing angels

Well, it’s miracle week at Momastery, so I want to share a miracle of my own.

Last night, Moses was having a rough night. He was having difficulty breathing (maybe having a difficult time adjusting to this May energy). He needed his ventolin puffer again and again and again. I was afraid that we were going to need to bring him to the ER.

Moses was in bed with me and I silently prayed to God and the support of the Spirit world to help heal my son and to bring him ease. It was 2 am at this point and Moses was tossing and turning. Then, he sat up. I asked him to lie down and go to sleep.

He replied, “But look at all of the angels in this room. There are hundreds of them!” He laughed with delight.

“Wow — look at what they are doing — I love that they are coming together and forming the shape of the earth. Oh, wow, and now they are forming the shape of a snake*. Look at them coming in through the door. That’s funny because they don’t need to use the door — they can fly right through the door. Look, there are some behind me. They are all over the place. Look, they can fly!” He exclaimed with amazement.

He wondered which angel was his Grandpa Joe, and figured that Grandpa Joe was in Moses’ bedroom, where DH was trying to get some sleep. “Grandpa Joe is in my room, talking to Daddy in his sleep because Grandpa Joe is Daddy’s Daddy”, he explained.

Moses wished the angels a goodnight and he slept soundly for the rest of the night. This morning, he needed two more puffs of his Ventolin puffer, but was in good spirits and better health for the rest of the day.

A tangible and answered prayer. An everyday miracle.

* As a side note, snakes symbolize physical healing.

A love note from the other side

My husband received a love note from the other side yesterday.

My husband is an electrician and was helping his mom’s next door neighbour with some kitchen renovations. Interestingly, DH’s family lived in the neighbour’s house when DH was a young boy, and DH’s dad, a carpenter, built the shed in the backyard.  They were discussing how well the shed had been constructed, and how well the shed has weathered the years. DH was remarking to his mom’s next door neighbour that he can remember his dad building the shed when he was only three or four years old.

The neighbour replied, “I bet you don’t remember your dad writing your name in the cement”, and he pointed out to DH his name lovingly written 33 years ago in the cement.

DH never knew.

For all of those years that he lived in that house, and then for all of the years DH’s family lived in the next house, DH never knew.

But for some reason, it was time for DH to receive this love note from his dad (who past away years ago), and have tangible evidence of his dad’s deep love etched in stone. DH is one of the fortunate ones, as he has always known of his dad’s deep and unwavering love, but it sure was touching and heart-affirming to be reminded.

When the shed is eventually torn down, DH has plans to take that piece of cement as a reminder of his dad’s love.

And he is making plans of leaving a similar love note for Moses. A legacy of love.