My Guardian Angel I

I believe in angels. I already wrote about this in my personal blog. I know they exist and I have my own personal guardian angel. Since childhood, I have been fascinated by stories of these exquisite creatures that I always dream of meeting them one day. Although that fateful day hasn't come yet, revelations of their existence unfold with each passing day. I have been a witness, no,to be more precise, I have been a victim of the wonderful deeds these angels do for us. And of course, how my own personal guardian angel unfailingly saved and protected my life. I know God has sent them to be with us, guiding us, watching faithfully over us.

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It was a cool afternoon. I was still young at that time, in my elementary years when our church decided to join the district-wide hiking in Silang, Cavite. Back then, I've been always excited and ready to go, so I prepared for the trip, along with my family, churchmates and other fellow members of the other churches. I remember clearly the trail we took towards our destination - Japanese cave - believed to be used as hideout of the Japanese soldiers during the period of war against the Americans. We have to climb over a wall, towering over my petite size, trudge against the direct flow of the narrow river, tread down the slippery and winding road, and swim inside the dark and eerie cave. Of course, before anything else, the huge group prayed for the safety of everyone and the success of the trip.

Young as I am, I eagerly press on the first stop towards the destination, not thinking about putting myself in trouble. To climb the wall, a nearby tree is used to edge carefully on the not-so-wide length of the wall. I climbed and waited for my turn to sit on the railing and let myself be caught by another person on the other side. As I was standing on the branch of the tree, I suddenly slipped one foot and the next thing I knew, I was facing the wall already! People near me were already swarming, asking if I was okay. Actually, I was unhurt. My father slowly took me out and as I looked back, I realized something. The space between the tree and the wall is so narrow that a chubby girl like me, who will fall in between will hit my face real hard against the wall. But, they didn't see any scratches nor trace of blood on my face, let alone my whole body. There was just a faint line in my elbow, and nothing more. Funny, I remained unscathed. It was impossible, I kept on looking at my father and back to the accident spot.

Then slowly, as if they're being pulled back by my sensitive brain, I remembered feeling 'someone', yes, someone protecting me. I mean, I felt I was wrapped by someone (since I felt warmth) that protected me from hitting the wall and the tree with a bigger impact. That 's when I decided I have been saved by my GUARDIAN ANGEL.

Since then, I never fail to whisper thanks to my angel for saving me that day. If not for what he/she did, I could have gotten inevitable scars on my face, and my arms, and even hurting my back.

It was an experience I'll never forget for the rest of my life. It was a special event that my guardian angel showed me how compassionate my God is, and that my angel really do exist.

How about you? Did you ever hear the faint swish of your angel's wings? Or felt the soft touch of the hands that will keep you safe?

God never forget. He will always keep us safe, and what more special way to do that but through these ANGELS sent from above.

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"For He will command His angels concerning you to guard you in all your ways. On their hands they will bear you up, so that you will not dash your foot against a stone."
Proverbs 91:11-12
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be watchful and wait!

"But about that day and hour no one knows, neither the angels of heaven, nor the Son, but only the Father."
Matthew 24:36
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Have you ever waited for someone, perhaps a loved one at the airport? Do you remember the feeling of excitement for that momentous event that you will see that person again? Do you keep on looking at your wristwatch, counting the minutes till he arrives? Then at last, the long wait is over, you saw him, baggages in tow, walking towards you, smiling. And you were already running over to welcome him with open arms.

Will it be the same scene when Jesus come? Will His children be waiting faithfully for Him with open arms? Or will we be busy with our own chores that we fail to see the signs of the times appearing before us? Jesus has left a message to His disciples before He ascended back to heaven. He promised that He will return and take the righteous back to that eternal home He will prepare for us. It was a wonderful promise and the disciples held steadfast to His word.

How about us? Are we still reminded by that promise? Or have we been too busy going with the fast lane of life, we even can't take time to sit and read God's word? Jesus is coming soon, very soon. Many who have encountered the wonderful message and have been waiting until now are slowly doubting the relevance of the news. They seemed to lose their belief, tired of waiting Jesus' return. They've been asking "when" and "how long". I personally still believe He is coming. But the real question is not the time nor the manner, since it is already written in the Holy Book that "he comes as a thief in the night". The question lies if we are ready for His return. Are we prepared? Are we watchful of the signs He has given us to look forward for?

Let us keep on believing and wait. Soon, very soon, the gates of heaven will open and we will witness the coming of our Lord. How beautiful it will be if we are one of those righteous children, patiently waiting, ready to welcome Him with open arms!

That day will soon come. Let us be watchful and wait!