Tuesdays With The Angels-A Prayer Calling Angels

I met an angel once who appeared as a human, comforting me when I lost my daughter years ago.  So as we see all the atrocities of war in Ukraine, my blog today is a prayer to the angels.Please angels surround the Ukrainians with love and protect them from the evil bully who has inflicted his army of cowards on their country. I pray for peace. The good people of our world have bonded together to help these courageous Ukrainians.All angels please help us  defeat the terror with loving strength. God Bless the good people of the world. For love always wins and good will always prevail. I visualize today and everyday  sending a fleet of angels to guard and help to save Ukraine.  Amen

 

 

Tuesdays With The Angels-Heaven & Angels

I’m writing about Madam Norma my beloved character in my Mystic Bay Series. My new book 20 Moon Road An Angels Tale will be published sometime soon. I patterned many a character after my dear friends. Madam Norma was inspired by my late friend Norma. For forty years we were friends. She was like a surrogate mother, best friend and confident all in one. I was like a daughter to her she once told me. We shared our lives and she died at ninety three a few years ago. She survived losing her two sons, her dear husband of over sixty years yet she had a joy of living. She would wake up everyday and open her curtains saying, “Good morning world!”

Oh how I miss her so. I’ve recently lost two dear  friends and it’s heart breaking and yet…I remember this. A friend sent me a beautiful card years ago when I had lost my daughter, Kate. On the card three dogs were looking out the window. The card read…

Not Gone, Just Gone On Ahead

A beautiful thought for I believe it’s true. All our loved ones who have gone to heaven will be waiting for us. They would want us to live our lives to the fullest, right now, right this very minute. And so I celebrate life everyday feeling blessed. I believe our loved ones are waiting with the angels.

Tuesdays With The Angels-Children Are Listening

There is a song from a musical called Children Will Listen. A wise counsellor told me long ago as I wandered through grief in sorrow, “Your children are watching how you handle this.” I remember her words as if it was yesterday though it was over twenty years ago.

Today as I write this blog the world including our planet, the animals, our children and we who are the adults are experiences pain, suffering and fear. I pray for the children and the animals, and the healing of the earth. My children have watched me and now as adults they are following my path, thinking of others, the children, the animals and the earth’s needs not only themselves. My counsellor was so right. My children were listening and watching so I have hope in a younger generation and prayers without ceasing that all will work with God’s help toward good. 

Tuesdays With The Angel’s-Chicken Soup For The Soul

It’s another one of those synchronicities in my journey with the angels. I’ve always loved the books Chicken Soup for the Soul. Over the years their stories from a list of  wonderful writers on inspiring topics have helped so many who read them by soothing hearts and minds.

A writer I know suggested I write a story and submit it to Chicken Soup for the Soul for their forthcoming publication on dreams called Listen to Your Dreams. I have told the story to friends and family of a dream I had after my daughter passed away over twenty years ago.  In the dream a voice, I would like to believe was an angel’s voice, told me to read a classic children’s book for there would be a message in it for me. The next day I bought the book and sat down all afternoon to read. Miraculously, I  found the message of a lifetime. This classic children’s book changed the course of my life.  I decided to write the story down and submitted it. Lo and behold the wonderful people at Chicken Soup for the Soul chose to publish my story. I am pleased to announce my story called, “Voice of an Angel’ in Chicken Soup for the Soul Listen to Your Dreams available August, 2020.  Writing brings me joy and to be published in this revered publication is an honor.  Sending love, health, gratitude and many angels to all my readers, friends, family and to the people at Chicken Soup For the Soul.  

Tuesdays With The Angels-The Angels Sent Courage

My daughter, Elizabeth read the draft of my memoir, ‘Children With Special Needs The Angels On My Shoulder’. She called and told me she never knew the story of how I became a teacher or how the students impacted my life helping me cope with the loss of her sister, Kate.

We all grieved and grieve still after twenty-five years but then Elizabeth said something that touched my heart. “You must be the strongest person I know, Mom!”  I told her I don’t think it’s just strength but more the blessing of love and courage from God. 

My memoir is a love story about my students with special needs. I was blessed to find a career teaching. My own children and the children I taught helped me find the courage to go on. As courage came little by little. I realized faith and courage are like gloves on my hands and the soothing pillows for me to lay my head down at night.

Encounter With An Angel – Submission By Kathy Noel DeCaria

DO NOT BE AFRAID

Angel Stories

On the morning of March 31st 1987, around 3:00 am, as I slept alone in my apartment, I was aroused by three very gentle tugs of my bed covers, by the foot area of the bed. I had my bed covers up around my neck, which is always how I sleep. I did not awaken, but was aware of SOMETHING. I guess I fell back to sleep, but the same three gentle tugs came again. I again was aroused, but again did not open my eyes. The third time the tugging happened, I was aroused enough to turn around to my right, and open my eyes.

What I saw was a most beautiful man standing, now away from my bed, by the side of my bedroom wall. A white light surrounded him from head to foot. All I could see of his skin, were his hands and face, which was a dark bronze type color, but not real dark. He was not looking at or facing me now but was facing my living room door, which was open.

As I stared at him I took in his garment. He was wearing the most beautiful white long robe .He had a sash around his waist of the same color, but about 6 inches high. The white robe was a color white that I remember as so beautiful that I had never seen such a beautiful cloth before. He had a white turban wrapped around his head, which covered all hair. Like I said, all I could see was his face and hands. He stood very straight and his arms were straight down by his side. What a beautiful face he had. He had to have been almost 8 feet tall. I say that because my ceilings in that apartment were at least that high, and he almost reached the ceiling.

He said ” Do not be afraid, it is the voice of god, read Isaiah, man of the patient realm. ” At this point, I do not know how he got from the wall to the side of my bed, but somehow he was right there. He reached out his mighty arms as he bent over coming down, as if he were going to pick me up. Which is exactly what he did. All of a sudden I was cradled in his arms, but I now felt as if I was just a little baby, cradled in the arms of her mother, wrapped in a warm blanket. Then I heard a noise that sounded like a whizzing sound, and we were moving in that sound. Then, we were standing on a very rich and beautiful earth, which somehow I could seem to feel with what seemed now to be BARE FEET. We were in some sort of what seemed like a market place of some kind. There were others walking around like him, in the same white robes… some were alone and some were walking in twos. We were facing a booth, which resembled a booth at a carnival.

Inside the booth were three rows high of the largest vessels, hand crafted, in type… He then said to me, standing on my right side, “choose something”. I said, ” I don’t have any money”. He then answered, “You don’t need money here, everything is free”. At this point I remember hearing that same whizzing sound and remember that we again seemed to be moving at a great speed. Now we are again standing by the same side of my bed. He very slowly begins to lean over, with me in his arms, again feeling like a child cradled in a warm blanket, he begins to lean over and carefully and very gently places me back into my body. I could now feel my body in the bed, and he was gone. I thought about it for a while, because it all happened so fast.

Realizing that something happened, I got up out of bed and turned on a nightlight to write down “Isaiah, man of the patient realm”. For the next few days I read the book of Isaiah. I found out that God is real, and that he heard all my cries for help and proof that he was indeed there.

by Kathy Noel DeCaria

Tuesdays With The Angels-The Angels On The Writers’ Shoulders 12

If only bees, butterflies, flowers and trees could talk. Many scientists think they communicate for sure. Do they experience some form of hopeful instinct to keep going through global warming? Do they see angels?

There are angels everywhere in the fictitious novels I write in the Mystic Bay Series. But today as we face the coronavirus pandemic, I find myself praying to God and the angels without ceasing for our families, friends, and the world. In my mind I’m forever  sending angels to my children and grandchildren who don’t live near me. I send angels to protect my friends who are ill. I send angels from my heart and mind, healing angels as a never ending prayer. One of the quotes I try to live by is,” Fear comes to the door and faith answers it.” Sending prayerful thoughts of healing to the whole world has power. Millions believe there is spiritual healing energy in prayers.

It’s spring and the  promise of flowers blooming and bees and butterflies flying is real. As I breathe in the essence of flowers and new mown grass, I imagine the world becoming a more enlightened place. For every year there is an awakening of Mother Earth. We can help her heal by sending loving prayers to the earth, the ill, and every medical professional and scientist trying to end this nightmare.

 The sun will shine, the moon will cast a  glow and the winter of the pandemic will eventually leave. During this difficult time it came to me to write a memoir of my life as a Special Education teacher. Each and every one of my students inspired me to become a better human being. I’m convinced there are angels on earth for I know I met an angel once and that meeting has forever changed me.  I will write with faith and hope a story that needs to be  told,  my memoir, The Angels On The Writers’ Shoulders.

Tuesdays With The Angels-The Angels On The Writers’ Shoulder 2

Christmas has always been my favorite time of year. My imagination always blossomed at Christmas time beginning in childhood as I wrote little stories. Listening to Nat King Coles’, Hark The Harold Angels Sing, was one of my favorite Christmas songs. Nat King Coles’ soothing voice singing about angels has always helped me visualize angels. I’ve always believed angels were near me and so my first novel, The Angel’s Daughter was set in part at Christmas time. To me Christmas is about  sharing joy, the wonder of life, forgiveness and love. Who better to help us believe then the heaven sent voice of Nat King Cole who now sings with the angels. 

 

 

Tuesdays With The Angels – The First Rose

Tuesdays With The Angels – The First Rose

The first rose of spring popped open like an angel spreading  wings..In my novel To Catch an Angel, the character inspired by my late friend Norma is called Madam Norma, the oldest psychic in town.  In their garden she says to Maggie her great granddaughter, “We’ll meet you a long time from now in the center of a lovely rose. We’ll take in the fragrant beauty

together…that’s how I see parts of heaven.” 

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