I have to state it up front here. I believe in miracles. I AM a miracle. My parents held me with sky high fever in the throes of spinal meningitis when I was only 3 months old. The doctor looked at them and said he had done all he could and it was in God’s hands. My parents believed in miracles and my Mother told me regularly as I was growing up that I had a purpose. I am only just now coming to accept that this is true. I spent most of my life feeling conspicuous and out of place. I still have those moments. The truth is that all of life is a miracle. And every living thing has a purpose. Every thing with an energy does! And we all fit in one grand puzzle that, even when it gets upset and scattered, makes for a magnificent picture.
When I feel lonely or out of place I reach out to Spirit and I have always received an answer, although the delivery has been very diverse. I have had feathers show up when I asked for signs, old friends call out of the blue when I have been distressed and not reaching out to anyone in my physical world and gifts of love, hope and simple abundance are there if I just open my eyes.
The beach is the one place on Earth that I feel closest to God. Where the ocean meets the sand represents one of the greatest miracles I can think of in nature. A force that can change the tides and keep us all grounded to this beautiful rock is nothing short of the most miraculous thing I can think of for our physical world. So, when I walk the beach I am thanking the powers that be for the beauty of this earth, the miracles in my life-the good, the bad and the challenging. I was doing just that as I walked along the shore yesterday on an impromptu trip with my husband. It was a beautiful day, perfect for his metal detecting and my photography.
One of my favorite films is City of Angels with Meg Ryan and Nick Cage. There is a scene in that film that really touches my soul. When the angels line up on the beach for the sunrise, I feel their joy. I think of this scene every time I see the seagulls lined up before a sunrise on the beach. They are winged creatures, after all.
Thanksgiving was one of my Mom’s favorite holidays. We really had a feast on those days. My Mother-in-law was the same way. Both are gone from this world now and I miss them terribly. If humans ever truly take up wings then these ladies are sporting beauties. As I walked the beach I was thinking of those holidays and I was snapping photos of the egrets waiting for tidbits from a couple of fishermen, and the seagulls who scoured the sands for small bugs. The angels from the movie suddenly crossed my mind. Now, I don’t usually find many shells on the popular beaches here. I think someone must scour the sands at night or before the sun is up so that there isn’t much left; or maybe they just don’t wash up here like they do in other places. At any rate, I was very surprised when I started seeing pieces of shells littered across my path. There were broken pieces of what were obviously magnificent shells; for even the pieces were lovely. Then I started to see the “angel wings”, little clam shells that are empty but still attached. They resemble wings. I saw first one, then another. I walked along and there were more! All along the steps I took were beautiful shells. Soon, my hand was full of these wings, as well as my other “treasures”. I had my camera in one hand, trying to snap a few photos with one finger. A man and woman were nearing me from the opposite direction and I was surprised when he walked right up to me, hand held out and said, “Hi, I think you might like to have this.” At first glance it looked like a feather, which would be miraculous enough for me; but then he added, “It looks like a feather, but it’s not. It’s a shell. I saw you walking there, with your shell collection and your camera; and I thought you must be the artistic type and would appreciate this.” I felt speechless but thanked him wholeheartedly. Angels! They were lying on the beach, walking on the beach and now in hand! I was filled with peace in that moment. That man was an angel for me. Now, I’d like to share my angel wings with you; for if wishes and prayers can be shared, I am sharing mine with you all.
The speckled shell? Well, it was just really unusual. Another treasure. If you are in need of angel blessings right now, I am sending my own friends to comfort, uplift and assure you that you are loved, you are protected and you are miraculous!
This is one of my favorite songs…..thanks Sarah McLachlan
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