Something About Angels

The topic of angels fascinates me, and today I’m sharing an edited version of a blog I posted May 24, 2014. Happy Saturday.


My angels are numbered.

Let me tell you how Ned got his number. It began with a book I read, The Messenger. In one chapter, titled ‘The 444’s’, angels were identifying themselves in the guise of number 444 to four different people.

In the book, a woman who professed she could talk to angels, told the main character that his special angel’s number was 4. This triggered a memory for me. Many years ago I had been told that the number 7 was very important to me. Could it be that my special angel was numbered 777? I felt that it was, and named the angel Celeste. Before long I believed that many angels were with me and I looked at numbers in a way I never had before.

Once aware of the angels in my life it was interesting the way they became available to me whenever I called upon them. As soon as that awareness crept into my psyche I noticed triple numbers on license plates, telephone numbers on billboards, or even a particular hymn number on Sunday morning. But back to Ned.

The writer of an angel magazine I was reading one morning described an incident where she was having difficulty with a computer program dealing with finances. She mentally asked for help, and suddenly the name ‘Ned’ came to her. Shaking her head at this imaginative voice, she continued trying to conquer the problem. Once again she found herself thinking, I need some help here, and the name ‘Ned’ popped into her mind again. She searched in a name book and found that Ned was a derivative of Edward, meaning prosperous guardian. With that, she found her thinking had cleared and the problem was solved.

Back to my angels. As yet I wasn’t aware of my prosperity angel and the number 999 suddenly came to mind. I wondered if Ned and 999 were connected and looked for that number on my drive to work.

I was vaguely disappointed as I neared my destination and my prosperity angel had not manifested yet. Due to a traffic tie-up in front of me I took a short cut and turned at the first corner I came to. There, parked at the side of the road to my right was a car with the license plate N E D.

I was astounded!

That afternoon a visiting business colleague who knew my penchant for angels and their numbers casually commented, “Incidentally, on my way over here the car in front of me had 999 on the license plate; thought you might be interested.”

That’s how I know Ned is and angel.

For he will command his angels concerning you to guard you in all your ways; Psalm 91:11

Where There’s a Will There’s a Way

The following article came my way a couple of years ago via the internet and I filed it away for future reference. It really made an impact on my consciousness as it’s message unfolded very clearly that where there’s a will there’s a way. Enjoy.

They walked in tandem, each of the ninety-two students filing into the already crowded auditorium. With their rich maroon gowns flowing and the traditional caps, they looked almost as grown up as they  felt.

Dads swallowed hard behind broad smiles, and Moms freely brushed away tears.

This class would NOT pray during the commencements, not by choice, but because of a recent court ruling prohibiting it “for fear of Offending non-Christians”.

The principal and several students were careful to stay within the  guidelines allowed by the ruling. They gave  inspirational and challenging speeches, but no  one mentioned divine guidance and no one asked  for blessings on the graduates or their  families.

The speeches were nice,  but they were routine until the final speech  received a standing  ovation.

A solitary student walked proudly to the microphone. He stood still and silent for just a moment, and then it happened.

All 92 students, every single one of them, suddenly SNEEZED in unison!

The student on stage simply looked at the audience and said,

‘GOD BLESS  YOU’ and then walked off the  stage…

The audience exploded  into applause. This graduating class had found a unique way to invoke God’s blessing on their  future, with or without the court’s  approval.

Isn’t this a wonderful story? Please pass it on to all your  friends ……… and

This is a true story; it  happened at Eastern Shore District High School in Musquodoboit Harbour, Nova Scotia.

I  hope this goes around Canada, the USA, Australia, New Zealand and the rest of the world.






Time Traveling

“Into this cold, stark world, naked and afraid, with a slap on the rump to give us breath and start us on the road to death.” This is a quote I read years ago and for some reason kept in my notes. When you think about it, it is not too unlike the poem, “The Dash”, written by Linda Ellis and posted on my July 19th blog this year. Both the poem and the quote give thought to the time between our birth and our death.

Whether our lives are short and sweet or long and sometimes arduous, it is the time between day one and the final day that matters. It is how we lived, loved, served; how we treated each other, how we forgave, how we acknowledged others, how we humbled ourselves. It is being open to teaching and learning life’s lessons and sharing our knowledge; it is about comforting, consoling and caring; it is about interest in others over self-interest, and it is coming to terms with “the after”.

There are those who believe that death is death and that is that; nothing more, nothing less, nothingness.

And then there are those who believe that death is a continuation of life, and to those who look forward to seeing their previously departed loved ones, death can only be a blessing after a journey along that road that began with our first breath.

So, rather than shed tears at the departure of a dearly loved friend or family member, I choose to smile, knowing that their real journey has just begun. The journey to life everlasting where only love rules…unconditional love…finally…after all that time traveling.

Psalm 23:4 Even though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil,





Among the Gods

Almost a year ago I posted, “Only One God . Period”. I still believe that. However, this morning I came across the following in my daily devotions. “Among the gods there is none like you, O Lord;…”  See that? “Among the gods…” So, perhaps it is not good to be so adamant about one’s beliefs, but, at least now I can see the other side of the argument…”there is more than one god.”

For me, though, there is only One God among the gods. Period.

I Wish I Could Believe

The first prayer from the book, Ten Prayers God Always Says Yes To is, “God, show me that you exist.” Here is an excerpt from chapter one, I Wish I Could Believe:

Does God exist? Can there be a simpler yet more important question in all the universe? Can there be one that has been the source of more mental anguish and emotional confusion in the history of mankind? It’s ironic that a question that so many people struggle with is also one that can be most easily answered by God when we put it into the form of a prayer. For when we lift our minds and hearts in humility and say to God: “Please show me that you exist…Give me some sign that you are really up there somewhere” he is only too happy to respond–sometimes with a speed that can astound us.

And that’s what happened to me in my twenty-third year. I had been a believer since I was four years old, but as happens with some of us, life gets in the way of our beliefs, causing us to either forget about God altogether or give him very little of our time. I remember going through a very difficult time both physically and spiritually after the birth of my fourth child. One day, I stood stock still in my tiny little kitchen, surrounded by three little ones and a brand new baby, feeling completely overwhelmed. Suddenly, I cried out, “God, where are you? If you exist, please give me a sign!” Shortly afterwards…like about twenty minutes…a knock came to the door. There stood two Jehovah’s Witnesses wanting to talk to me about God. They held up one of their magazines with GOD in bold letters, but I didn’t pay any attention to the rest of the message, and shooed them away, being busy with my family at that precise moment.

It wasn’t until a few days later that I realized that I had closed the door on what was probably God’s sign to me that he does exist. “Was that my sign?” I wondered. Maybe yes, maybe no, but to this day I firmly believe that it was a very quickly answered prayer. “Yes, Patricia, I am here.”

Tomorrow: Why Should I Get Involved? … God, Make Me an Instrument

Up For the Challenge – Part II

As promised, here is my response to a young man’s thoughts on the Book of Job, and Christianity in general:

First of all, let me direct you to and the links Biblica/Home and Bible FAQs. It explains the writing of the Bible.

My core belief is that God is the author of the Bible, writing through all the people who chose to record the happenings of the day as they were inspired by him. (Just as I have been inspired by him to write my book.) This is borne out in the Dead Sea Scrolls, discovered within a ten year period between 1946 and 1956. The Bible is also a wonderful history book, crammed full of hisorical events and happenings. And yes, it certainly is subject to interpretation, and many translations. But at the core, when you sort the grain from the chaff, is God’s basic love for mankind, which only comes to light fully in the New Testament when he stopped being mad at us for being such a bunch of dunderheads.

Christianity survived in spite of political leaders, even though those leaders had an innocent man put to death because he was a threat to their governing, and the god they believed in. Christianity still survives in spite of political agendas because of that murdered man.

God does not “hold it all together”. We are all given free will to choose how to behave, what to believe, and how to live our lives. This is why you believe what you believe and I believe what I believe. And that’s okay, providing we are open to learning everything we can in the short time alloted to us on this planet. It is why we are here.

I suggested reading the Book of Job because of Satan. Most people think it was God who dumped on Job, but as you read, it was Satan’s aim to cause as much harm in the world as possible, both way back then and to this day.

Life is a battlefield of Good and Evil (take an “o” out of good and add a “d” to evil). You can see that in our day to day life, and we all wage our own battles every day.

Please don’t make the mistake of not believing in the devil, because that is just what he waits for. (Aha, I just got another one!)

A little humility is good, and a little less ego is even better.

I’m not here to tell you what to believe or not, but please don’t shut the door on the possibility that there is a God, and that he loves you more than you’ll ever know, and waits for you to give him the chance to tell you so. He is telling you now, through me!

I trust you are intelligent enough to not let “intelligence” get in the way of a great learning experience.

These are my thoughts on your thoughts, and my opinions/beliefs on the matter.

P.S. Have you figured out why you celebrate Christmas yet? It is because of that murdered Man. It’s all in the history book!  🙂

And may I add here that it is my hope that we have continued conversations when circumstances and time allow.