Category Archives: Angel Inspirations

Tuesdays With The Angels-Peace Begins With Us

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. PEACE BEGINS WITH US. This thought came to me in a dream and I know the angels sent it. Worrying about peace in the world troubles me. It’s  man’s inhumanity to man, all the bullying and cruelty. But this thought of Peace beginning with us flooded my mind one day when I awakened. How can I achieve this I thought? But I realized it’s just a simple statement isn’t it? I’ve been doing it always in my daily life. How I treat others is the beginning of spreading peace, change and hope.

I write books about angels, a town called Mystic Bay, where angels manifest as humans and guide and remind the townsfolk of the way to live in kindness. That’s my purpose in my own life  as I grow older, to be kind and it begins with me, it begins with all of us.

I can write stories of kindness but there is much evidence of kindnesses in our real world. We can be  the inspiration. A kind word or deed goes a long way. It spreads like the wind that blows around the world. We have the power to let peace begin with us, within our souls. This is why I write. This is my soul’s calling,  to write stories of love, redemption, forgiveness and kindness. It begins with us, the kindness that peaceful words and deeds can bring. Love always can win, and will now as we forge in our own lives making it  a more peaceful world.

 

Tuesdays With The Angels- Submission Angels In Prison

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Let me tell you a story about prisons and angels. The action occurred on Saturday (1-8-05) at a time when I was shrouded in the darkness of depression.
I was in an hour long line. In the sun. No breeze. I had a religious magazine with me – The Magnificat. It has daily scripture, prayers, poems and the like. I use such times to read, to pray, and meditate. This is how I survive when I am clouded by depression, sadness and anger.
After an hour of calf-aching, feet hurting meditation and prayer I looked around and observed the hundreds of men milling about. I thought, “Every one of these men has an angel.” Also, there are surely demons about as well, tempting and tormenting.
I was inspired to pray. I prayed the angels would be strengthened and the men inspired to follow their guidance. That the angels would overwhelm demonic intent to destroy those souls. I never prayed like that before, but I was satisfied I had prayed well.
Then, I had a thought that I felt was not initiated by me but was divine conversation. I felt the Holy Spirit say, “Read page 40 in your magazine.” I pulled the magazine from my pocket and on page 40 began a 3-page section on “guardian angels”: scriptures, prayers and a poem on angels.
It was an overwhelming and peculiar coincidence. I am convinced the Holy Spirit was showing me several things. 1. Those particular prayers of the magazine validated I was in the spirit as my legs ached and I prayed. 2. My feelings of depression and doubt this past week are not an indicator of my spiritual health or God’s grace on me. 3. God is often closer to us in our time of darkness than he is in the light or during times of good feelings.
It’s possible that I will always be haunted by the darkness of depression but I am learning how to succeed in these spiritual conflicts. As Padre Pio once said, “Thank and sweetly kiss the hand of God that strikes you because it is always the hand of the Father who strikes you because he loves you.
Consider Habakkuk 3: 17-19: Even though the figs trees have no fruit and no grapes grow on the vines . . . even though the sheep all die . . . I will be joyful and glad, because the Lord God is my savior.
I prayed in the darkness of mental gloom and spiritual weariness and, yet, the Holy Spirit led me in a prayer that motivated angels to work for men’s salvation. The irony of the spiritual life.

Tuesdays With The Angels- Message about Bullying From It’s A Wonderful Life Film

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The film, It’s A Wonderful Life, starring Jimmy Stewart as George Bailey has always been an inspiration in my work writing about angels. Written and filmed before I was born, it tells the story of how the bully and wealthiest man in town, Mr. Potter, tries to destroy  George’s life and the town. George contemplates suicide but then along comes his guardian angel, Clarence, who shows him what life would be like if he’d never been born.

It’s a  film for the ages to watch again and again. It shows  how kindness and love of family and friends can thwart a bully every time. In the end George succeeds and the town and his family come together showing what love can do.

I recently had the misfortune to meet a bully who criticized my book covers and my business card. But you know what I did?  I walked away head held high, triumphant, never stooping to the bully’s level. I stood firm, didn’t yell and my line at the end of the conversation said it all,  “I write books in memory of my late daughter because after her death years ago, I met a man I know was an angel. His kind words comforted me.”

You see, I must have my own guardian angel like Clarence watching over me all the time.  I didn’t turn into a bully myself when faced with the worst thing that could have happened to me. Instead, I made it through by writing joy and loving those in my present life. Leaving the bully behind  is a great achievement  for any of us. It is an honor for me to write stories of angels, where love abounds, and the bully never ever wins.

Tuesdays With The Angels-Tell Me Your Angel Stories

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On my YouTube Jody Sharpe channel, I’ve started a new series called “Tell Me Your Angel Stories” because in my latest novella, New Angel In Town, I weave all of my own angels stories and stories of  family,  friends and people I meet at book signings into a fictional storyline.

I have heard so many angel encounters from others that I’ve been compelled to tell them in my novellas and  on my channel. I am writing a new novella, a prequel to the Mystic Bay series, and I will weave more of  new stories people tell me and those of my own into the book.

Go to my website jodysharpe.com and submit your story so I can air it on my Jody Sharpe channel.  In the mornings light,  I ask the angels for guidance. The angels told me a while back to continue, to keep going, keep telling the stories and it may help others find hope. Love and gratitude to all today and tomorrow. Tell Me Your Angel Story for angels are truly real and near us all!

Tuesdays With The Angels-Angels Butterflies & Little Miracles

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Eleven years ago on my birthday, I flew to California to be with my son. My husband had passed away a few months before. I stayed at a hotel by the freeway and the wall of the freeway was just outside my room. The wall was covered in vines and summer flowers. As I settled in, a myriad of butterflies caught my attention. I’ve always loved butterflies. I sat by the window and began writing about grief, butterflies and angels.

That night, my son took me to dinner on the patio of a lovely restaurant. In the cool of the California evening, I read his card with a butterfly on it. “Mom, You will get your wings and fly again soon. Love Mike.”  It was a meant-to-be moment. Butterflies on the wall and in the card and sentiment. 

In the years that have followed,  I have written more books in the Mystic Bay Series and then a children’s book called, When The Angel Sent Butterflies.

However, months after my book was published, a little miracle happened. My daughter, her husband, son, and new baby girl, sat on the steps of their apartment building in New York City. A butterfly landed on my son-in-law’s finger first and then fluttered to the shoulder of my daughter. Then surprisingly, the butterfly landed on my baby granddaughter’s  shoulder too! They captured each moment with their cell phones.

I believe angels are always around us. Sometimes we  see butterflies at just the right moment to give us the light of hope in our hearts.

In my Mystic Bay Series, my character, Angel Ken, sends calming love on the wings of butterflies. I believe angels send us butterflies  at the very moments we need them like on a birthday card or  miraculously to land on our fingers and shoulders. This to me is heaven’s way to  remind us of God’s love.

& This beautiful saying:

          Just When The Caterpillar Thought It’s Life Was Over It Became A  Butterfly. CoverAngelsButterfliesCMYK

Tuesdays With The Angels-Special Needs Children-Angels Unaware

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My life would change years ago while in high school. It was  during the days when kids with special needs weren’t allowed in public schools. My gym teacher asked me to monitor four girls with special needs because they had swimming lessons at our high school. I was to help them get ready for their lessons. Why was I asked? I was a teenager with low self esteem and an underachiever academically. But the teacher asked me and I obliged. Did my teacher find a way to help me feel good about myself? Did she see something caring in me  I didn’t see? I had a heart for the kids ever since I was little and saw a child bullied outside of the school.

After college I had two thoughts. One was  to pursue acting and the other was teaching kids with special needs. I decided acting wasn’t for me  but I didn’t have a degree in education. But miraculously or shall I say with synchronicity, I was given an opportunity to work with the children again in a private school setting in a church.

I loved my job. I learned by interacting with the children as I had no training. I was blessed with two fantastic assistants who knew more than I did about the diagnoses and behavior. But I learned. As I went  on,  I learned more by getting a masters degree then by raising my own children. I went  back to work when my kids were in school.

Instinctively, I knew the children were my teachers. They were like angels to me. Their love was uncondiditonal. There was never an agenda but mostly kind souls navigating their own lives. Some had supportive families while other did not. I found they brought out a gentle nature in me, a calmness. There was always a  kindred spirit  feeling when I was with them. I knew they were the most important teachers I would ever have.

When sadness came and my daughter passed away, these children with special needs were kind and empathetic . Like my own children, they needed me and I needed them. They were comforting, caring and seemed to have a wisdom about the needs of the emotions of others. 

Years later, my sister encouraged me to write a memoir about my experience teaching them. I realize I am the mother and grandmother I am now because they  taught me about life, loving  the now, forgiveness and finding joy in all  accomplishments as well as the little things. The students embraced learning and loved succeeding. They seemed to know instinctively who were their advocates.

It is with such gratitude toward heaven that their grace glowed around me. The shy girl with self esteem issues changed the day when I first volunteered. I thrived, and had goals for the future. Helping them helped me mature and grow.  For twenty-five years I was blessed to have the privilege of teaching Special Needs Children The Angels on my Shoulder.

 

 

Tuesdays With The Angels-Message From Above

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Kate, my late daughter, was the sunshine of my life. She passed away years ago but her memory is embedded in my heart. I dream of her upon occasion, yet it one dream she spoke to me.

She  was sitting on the couch with her twin brother and sister. I had been worried that day about whatever problem  had come up. In fact I was ruminating about it. But love has no boundries between heaven and earth. Kate looked up at me and said, “Just live.”

Wasn’t this a voice of reason for me to ponder at just the right moment?  I woke up  realizing that today, the now, is all we ever have. We can look back with regret on many decisions or happenings or we can look forward and believe in today.

I have precious memories of her that no one can take away. She was the sweetest little girl and welcomed her twin brother and sister with love, caring for them calling them, our babies and then, our twins. She lived a life full of love for her family knowing we loved her and she knows that still. Kate is in heaven’s realm with angels by her side. I feel her with me every day. I’ve written ten books with angel themes. My latest, ‘New Angel In Town‘, reflects all the true angel encounters  family, friends, and those I meet at book signings have told me. I treasure her memory and go on. I have people to love and animals to care for and hope for the future. “Just live,” Kate said. It was a beautiful message for everyday from my heavenly daughter.

Tuesdays With The Angels-Messages From Heaven

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My latest novella, New Angel In Town, as in all my ten books, is  filled with messages from heaven. These messages of my own or told to me from family, friends and people I meet at book fairs, keeps me resilient and writing onward. The following recent story is one of my own.

On my late daughter, Kate’s birthday, a while ago heaven sent me a  message. Was it from Kate or the angels who I trust are near me each day? In the house I lived in for twenty one years after she passed away, geese would fly over head each day. I would go outside loving the sound of their calling  to each other. I loved their joy in the way they formed a perfect v. There  was always a straggler, a goose that had to catch up as if  he or she was a child on a schoolyard  catching up to his friends. I would always count the number flying over head. Why? I  wanted them to reach the number seventeen for that was Kate’s birthday date. Once in a while there would be seventeen geese and I would feel they had been sent to me to remember my joy at being her mother.

Recently, on the week of Kate’s birthday,  while looking at the sky in my new backyard, there they were again  very high in the sky. Amazingly, I’ve never seen them above this house I’ve lived in for a few years because there are no lakes near our home. But there they were greeting me high, closer to heaven as they moved towards a lake somewhere. Seventeen of them graced the air in perfect formation. As always there the straggler was catching up to the others.

I receive  so many messages from heaven and the angels.  Nature’s beauty surrounds us. I write about kindness and love, about thwarting bullies and helping others. I know I write with help from above. Maybe my writing can help others see the world as I do. There is profound heavenly strength in love and kindness. These are the foundations to awaken the spirit. Loving and helping others keeps my own humble life moving forward toward joy.  Everyday I  find signs filled with love like me running out of my back door again in total surprise to watch the majesty of geese flying overhead. In my latest novel the eight angels of Mystic Bay fly forming a perfect v as they fly to help a family somewhere in need. 

 

 

Tuesdays With The Angels- New Mystic Bay Series New Angel In Town

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My latest novella, New Angel In Town, is a labor of love as all my books are. However, this one is different from the others in the Mystic Bay Series. This book has a compilation of all the angel stories ever told to me from family members, friends, and people at book fairs. These are true accounts of  real encounters people have experienced in their lifetimes.  I decided to write a  book in the series  bringing all the characters,  townsfolk and the angels living as humans together telling their angel stories. The secret is known to a few but the angels have their own favorite stories of helping those in need in Mystic Bay. These stories told to a filmmaker will  become a film to inspire humanity.

How did writing the Mystic Series start? Thirty years ago, my  treasured first child, Kate tragically passed away.  I was beyond hope yet found heaven had a plan for me. An angel was sent to me  to comfort me. He appeared as a human undexpectedly as a friend took me on a girl’s trip to help my grief. He was at a department store and spoke to us then appeared again the next day walking up to Nancy and me again in a tiny store forty miles away. I can see his face in my mind. It seemed an unlikely and miraculous encounter. He told us he’d see us at the airport. Then Nancy and I turned away for a moment and turned back and he was gone. We looked for him up and down the street but he was nowhere. Believing he is my guardian angel, I started writing stories about angels living as humans in a town where the secret is kept that angels are all around us guiding us, sometimes appearing as humans. 

And so it is an honor to write the stories I’ve been told by friends, family and people I met at book fairs. These are true stories from their hearts, their encounters that changed their own lives. I ask them, ‘Tell me your angel stories’ and people do.

Writing this book was a labor of love and hopefully readers will see the humanity, the soul searching, the honesty and vulnerability many have shared with me. The themes involve child advocacy, friendship, bullying, romance with magical scenes of flying angels and visions of their missions. The storyline weaves it all together in a tapestry of hope. I’m sure that meeting my angel long ago gave me  hope to keep going and to ultimately write angel stories to inspire hearts. Tell me your angel story if you can. This novella is filled with encounters from the hearts of many who confidied in me their precious miraculous stories. I’ve put them into a fictional novella to radiate kindness and love. Angels are everywhere.

Tuesdays With The Angels-Angels & Sunflowers

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In the summer my husband and I happily live in a mountain town. There, I marvel as August comes and the wild sunflowers emerge from the ground with spectacular precision as they sway with the wind. This year two grew in the yard and I knew when I saw the little bit of green they would be wild sunflowers blown in from the fields and forests nearby. The wild ones grew tall in September and as late in the summer came they still hadn’t bloomed. One is just opening up and the first one bloomed  two days ago. October has arrived with fall chilly morning air, so I wait for the second one with hope to fully bloom before the frost comes.

The little miracles happened  as they grew when both their closed faces seemingly overnight  turned toward the east and the morning sunlight.  It made me think of the problems of our world. I’d asked the angels to help sunflowers, and the pumpkins in my garden. I asked for the flock of  black birds to return in August for their brief time at the feeder and they did. I ask everyday for  humanity to help each other around the world..

Since I’m a writer of angel stories, I ask the angels to help people see the need to help each other  the way nature cares for all the trees,  flowers and plants. In these times when hope seems to fade toward peace, we have everything we need to help ourselves and our world. Turing our  faces to  heaven, we can feel the gift of life just as the late blooming wild sunflowers in my yard instinctively did.