tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14437213.post116652394929900894..comments2023-11-02T08:37:29.114-07:00Comments on Izabella's Tattered Letters: Angel's amoung us~Izabella Bluehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16409919451535724322noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14437213.post-1166641003304556982006-12-20T11:03:00.000-08:002006-12-20T11:03:00.000-08:00Bella, thank you for your comments on my blog. Th...Bella, thank you for your comments on my blog. The beautiful thing is how wonderful all of that has turned out for me. It’s not to say it’s always been easy, but over the years I’ve been given blessings upon blessings that I could not have imagined in that moment of despair. Maybe that guardian angel encounter wasn’t a “brush with death,” but it was a kind of spiritual rebirth for me, which you also seemed to encounter in your angel experience.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14437213.post-1166626556936189672006-12-20T06:55:00.000-08:002006-12-20T06:55:00.000-08:00Bella, I believe in guardian angels. The stronges...Bella, I believe in guardian angels. The strongest assurance I’ve ever had of their presence, however, was not during a life-threatening moment such as a car accident or other brush with death. In my case, it had to do with the moment when I knew without a doubt that my marriage was over. There had been a slow unraveling of the relationship for years. He’d leave, come back; leave, come back. And I was too much of a wuss to tell him to stay gone. I had two small children and was a stay-at-home mom with no confidence in my ability to take care of them financially, and I truly believed that God had ordained that marriage be forever. Probably the biggest factor though was simply that I’d had the spirit beaten out of me. So I kept tolerating what were absolutely intolerable conditions until late one evening, ironically July 4, Independence Day. I had taken the children to see the fireworks alone, come back home and tucked them into bed. Sometime later, he returned from wherever he’d been all day. We argued. Then in the middle of all those heated words, I realized that this was ground we’d been going over for years, and I had nothing else to say on the subject. Nor did I want to listen. I turned around and walked away, went back to bed. He came in, took some clothes, left, and this time—don’t ask me how—I knew there would be no coming back. I was scared, sick to my stomach from the hollow ache in my belly. Every muscle contracted, froze into place. Even in the July heat, I was cold clear through to the bone, a visceral reaction to the fear I felt about the future, about my kids’ futures, about whether or not I had what it took to turn my life around and make it something it had never been. Then as I lay there on my side, I became aware of a presence behind me, as if someone had curled around me, spooning fashion. The heat of that presence began to warm me, and my muscles began to relax. I stopped shivering. There came a sensation of being wrapped, enveloped in warmth, of arms coming from behind to give me a reassuring and comforting hug...except I believe they were angel wings, drawing me near, embracing me, gently dispelling every fear, and surrounding me with total peace. At that moment, I knew I had been touched, and blessed. I knew I wasn’t alone, nor did I have to face the future alone.<BR/><BR/>I am so glad your angel kept watch over you during that frightening experience, Bella. I believe that our angels are with us still, and that when our hurt or need is so strong as to be painful, we can lean back and rest in the protection of angel wings.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14437213.post-1166589656047764982006-12-19T20:40:00.000-08:002006-12-19T20:40:00.000-08:00Izabella, you weren't meant to leave us just yet. ...Izabella, you weren't meant to leave us just yet. <BR/>God is always with us!<BR/>He especially loves the bad-asses. No worries, we all have our own stories. You are not alone.<BR/>Well, I just love this blog!!! <BR/>Love it!! Visually it is stunning and each time I am here I learn a little more about you.<BR/>Thanks!<BR/>:DGillhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08845512494417503198noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14437213.post-1166563268682640492006-12-19T13:21:00.000-08:002006-12-19T13:21:00.000-08:00I just stopped by to thank you for visiting my blo...I just stopped by to thank you for visiting my blog....and I'm so glad I did. Your blog is gorgeous! And your artwork is just beautiful. I love it. I see that you're published, too. How exciting is that! <BR/><BR/>I do believe in guardian angels, and I'm happy that you were spared that night because otherwise we would have been deprived of a wonderfal talent. I will visit again.Janethttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10084823218319628822noreply@blogger.com