As some of you may or may not know, 'Drea, my sister moved to Louisiana last week. Well, she called my mom a few days ago and she had a really neat story to tell about my nephew Marcus. He's 4, and she always reminds him to say his prayers before he eats. Well, they had stopped at McDonald's on their way to Louisiana for lunch one day. As Marcus was saying his prayer, this man was walking by and heard him, he told Marcus what a great job he'd done on his prayer, and then he moved on to eat his own lunch.
After they were all done eating, they were just sitting and chatting, none of them eager to get back on the road. Anyway, this same man came back over and asked if could talk to "the little guy"? My sister and brother-in-law were leary but they said he could. The man asked Marcus if he went to chruch on Sundays? Marcus said yes. He then asked Marcus if he was going to go this Sunday? Marcus, not really understanding the whole moving thing, said yes. Well the man chatted with them some more and then when he started to leave, he handed Marcus a $10 bill and told him to keep half for himself and give the other half to God.

Now tell me that they didn't have a Guardian Angel with them as they traveled to their new home?
I know that they did. And I of course thanked their Angel, as well as my own.

'Drea called on Sunday and they are fine and starting to get settled in. They are still in "guest housing" on the base, but she said that they will find out how long the wait for permanent housing is in the next few days. And that wait could be as long as 30 days.
The babies are doing good, Marcus has tons of kids to play with there on the base and they have a huge park to play in as well. 'Drea, on the other hand is feeling lonely. She's never had to live this far from home and is missing it. So please, say a little prayer her that she finds some friends to help her ease her way.

Thanx for letting me share Marcus's tale with you all. I just thought it was a great reminder that we are never truly alone as we walk our paths.

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I love that story! How wonderful!

I will definitely say a prayer for 'Drea. We all need that kind of help in our lives.

Thank you for sharing that!

Shhh,
Whisper

Now I can say I've thanked "an angel" today.

Thanks again for this story, Wike. I told my mother, and she was speechless.

Shhh,
Whisper

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Yes, definitely thanked an angel today.

what a lovely story! thanks for sharing! and a huge "Thank You" to all of YOU for being the wonderful Angels that you all are, and for sharing your lives with me and mine with you, and for the support, encouragement (esp this past year), friendship, love and laughter and joy you all bring not only to me but to all you meet!
much love and big hugs,
Sapph
<<<grateful and thankful for all the many angels in my life!

Wonderful story! My Parents have a similar one from many years ago when they were camping in France (I was but a baby, so this was probably '64-'65). Stranger walked up to their camper (from literally nowhere mom could notice, they were parked in a parking lot/car park) and asked for a cup of coffee to put into his mug.

Mom took his mug and the guy dissapeared. She washed out his mug and decided to fix him some breakfast (he had looked like he could use a good meal). Just as she had gotten his plate made up with scrambled eggs and all, he reappeared!

He sat and ate with them (I don't remember what they talked about) and after they were finished, she filled his cup with more coffee and and then she took the empty plate back into the camper to clean. She turned to see if he wanted to take any food with him and POOF! he was gone again! She looked out the windows and all around for him and couldn't see him anywhere. Remember, they were in a parking lot and it should have been very easy to see him leaving across the lot. He was nowhere.

I don't know what the significance of this was, maybe just to see if my parents were christian people. But I know there are angels/spirits/spirit guides out there and they look out for us. I even know the name of my spirit guide!

Anyway, I'm getting off the subject. I don't know what Base she is on, however, tell her to check into the Hobby Shop on base. If she is interested in any kind of hobby, it's a great way to meet new people who share the same interests. My mom took my brothers and me to the hobby shop when we were stationed on Clarke AFB in the Phillipines in the early '70's and she learned to paint in oils there (and still does today), my brother took up lapidary work (and is just now able to be getting back into it, he was 13 when he started), I don't remember what I did. I remember my mom and I going to the hobby shop working on ceramics. She eventually made an entirely hand made manger set of ceramics and painted it all herself. this set is now probably more than 25 years old and I consider it an heirloom.

Anyway, I thought my stories would help!

Luv,
Cass