I speak to the Angels on a daily basis - usually they answer back. Their words are silent yet I can hear them loud and clear. Yesterday, my dear Michael had yet another scare. While driving my daughter to her skating lesson he had a coughing fit that led into a massive headache. Instead of turning right into the skating rink, he immediatly turned left towards the hospital Emergency. Gratefully he could drive himself, and my daughter called me, in tears, to tell me where they were headed. We waited for five long hours, blood tests were taken, a brain scan and a spinal cord tap (to read for blood loss). Finally the results were given, everything was clear - the Angels had spoken, he could go home. We may never know what really happened, when panic struck and fears set in... one has to trust and believe and move forward. This morning we are all exhausted and a little stunned. I will be taking a few days off blogging to re-group, hug my family, and thank the Angels that watch over us daily... blessings to all of you!
(Angel statue from a local Antiques shop)
