I Held an Angel in My Arms

by Linda

It was in September of 2006 when Angels visited me in the hospital where my daughter lay fighting for her life.

She was on a respirator for over a week and I was at her bedside day and night. I never imagined that she would not make it like all the other times she was hospitalized. I cried internally so I would not upset her or scare her any more than she was. She was too young to die and I kept telling her that God must have a Hell of a Job for her to do. In a brief moment that I did step out of the room I went to get something, I don't know what or why I left her room, but I sat in a lounge chair in general public waiting room. Sick to my stomach and so scared, I was approached by a lady who was sitting a couple of rows ahead of me with a gentleman who was reading the paper. She was a gentle and caring woman with dark hair and her eyes were a crystal brown. She handed me a piece of paper with a verse of some kind that she told me always comforted her and hoped that it would help me. She quietly walked away while I tried to read through my sadness, what she had given me. When I looked up, she or the gentleman were nowhere in sight. I looked all over for her to thank her but I couldn't find her. I regrouped myself to go back to my daughter’s room. I crawled into bed with her and held her hand and listened to her breath. With her gurgling breaths she opened her eyes, looked around as if to say goodbye and then passed. It wasn't until then that I realized that lady was with her and I in that bed saying it was ok for her to leave now. I will never forget that moment for as long as I live because I felt that presence of that angel with us.

Inspiration for Story: Imagine someone takes you to a party, you see a few friends there, enjoy a couple of good conversations, a little laughter and some decent appetizers. The party's all right, but you keep hoping it will get better. Your friend says "I need to take you home." Of course you are disappointed and don't want to leave (in brief form) when you reach home there is a party just for you. Your house is full of smiling familiar faces. You smell your favorites, barbeques, fresh baked pies and the tables are full. It's a feast. You realize that if you had stayed at the other party you would have been missing the real party just for you. As a Christian we often feel that they're leaving the party before it's over. Disappointed and thinking of all they will miss when they leave but the truth is that the real party is at home where they are going. They are not the ones missing the party, those of us left behind are.