Early last night I heard a strange rustling sound in the sun room. My first thought was Angel had found a little creature, but then I couldn't find our cat anywhere. The noise had come from under the crawlspace of the house. Elliot and I searched in all her favorite spots, but no Angel. A call for desperate action, I shook her jarful of nuggets which always sends her running for a treat. No Angel. I knew then something was up with our indoor cat. With a flashlight, I searched the yard.
Coming back inside to look again, I remembered to ask the Angels for help. That's when I began to feel more peaceful. An idea came to shake a brown bag on the patio while I waited and watched for her in the dark. I sat rattling my big bag calling out, Angel! Angel!
The results were amazing. In less than a minute, that little Angel slinked down the driveway and scurried into the house. A refined house cat, she was happy to be safe at home again. I was so thankful to the Angels! If I hadn't heard that loud rustle warning, no telling where Angel may be now. This morning I was especially grateful when she jumped up on our bed, ready for her breakfast. What joy to see those bright green eyes and cute little pink nose in my face.
Enjoy your day with the Angels. And, remember to ask them for help. That's why they are with you and they love you.
Love and joyful blessings,