Flowing From Above
What began as the flu turned into a seven-month ordeal for my two-year-old, Angela, when her pediatrician noticed irregular breathing. She was admitted to the hospital. Within hours she was rushed to another hospital, where doctors hooked her up to a ventilator to remove fluid from her lungs. She was put into a medically induced coma so she wouldn’t fight the workings of the powerful machine. That evening as the hospital staff worked to stabilize her, my wife, Julia, and I stood watching and praying. The room had a mural on the ceiling depicting a serene night sky. It had a calming effect on me, but as I stared something began to happen. Under the bright lights a hazy beam poured out of the mural. The beam was narrow at the top, but widened toward the bottom, covering the bed completely. Hundreds of tiny angels flowed down through the beam to where Angela lay. Though the scene looked peaceful I became frightened. Are they going to take my daughter away? As quickly as they appeared, the angels and the beam were gone. I didn’t mention what I had seen to anyone. A few days later Julia and I were sitting by Angela’s bedside when my wife turned to me and said, "This might sound crazy, but a few days ago when we were standing here praying I thought I saw angels coming from the ceiling." Stunned, I confessed I had seen the same thing. Angela’s angels hadn’t come to take her to God, but to keep her safe. Today, one year later, a portrait of a guardian angel hovering over a sleeping little girl hangs above Angela’s bed at home, reminding us of God’s healing presence.
by John Massara, Forest, Ohio
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