I am a firm believer that those who have passed on and those who are not yet born, walk among us. Unseen because of the veil over our eyes. I have had quite a few experiences where I have seen small glimpses of these Angels. Some within LDS/Mormon temples. Others within my own home. Some are members of my family who have passed on, others, the people I am doing work for in the temple who have passed on. The first time I saw an angel, it scared me, because I also know Satan's followers walk among us, tempting us to do wrong. It took a moment before I realized it was my grandpa. Who had passed a few weeks before. Now it's not so scary because I know the Angels are there to help and to protect me. I had never heard any of them speak just felt the comfort they provided until the following experience. It's one I hold dear to my heart. And it's the one that happened Memorial Day weekend in 2014.
In May of 2014, I was having a rough time. I knew I wasn't pregnant and I was really struggling with that fact. I had begun to wonder if we were ever going to have kids. I tried to live my life as normal, carrying this huge burden and heartache. May passed quickly, I had wrist surgery (because I wasn't pregnant and it needed done). Soon it was Memorial Day weekend. My family usually has a reunion this weekend. I made the drive to where my family lives and arrived late. I was to share a room with my younger sister.
While lying next to her, I said my nightly prayer and asked for understanding and comfort. I finished my prayer and closed my eyes to sleep. Before I could even start to drift off, I heard 3 little voices. Each of them saying mommy, in turn. I opened my eyes and understood with clarity that I had just heard my children's voices. The Lord had answered my prayer by allowing my future children to say mommy to me. To comfort me when I needed it most, and to let me know they were coming. Even if it took awhile. This was such a blessing to me! I KNOW that someday I will have children of my own!
I have tried many times since then to recall the exact way those three mommys were said. In hopes to reenact them for myself. It has been impossible. I hear mommy three times but I know it's not in the same way. This always reaffirms to me that I really did not imagine them. They were real, as real as if someone stood next to me talking to me. Hearing them in your head does not do them justice. I am so grateful that I was allowed to have this experience. And I'm so grateful I having a loving father and brother in heaven who answered a prayer of a desperate woman.
If you have any experiences with Angels that you'd like to share with me please do! Comments are always welcome!
Til next time!
Becca
