This morning when a repairman came to fix the water-heater, he hesitated at the front door. A beautiful bird was waiting, facing the door, as if hoping to be invited inside the house. The cardinal stayed still, holding its ground, sending chills up my spine. I asked the electrician to come around to the back door which he gladly did.
I hurried out back and returned to the front door. The little bird was waiting...at the door.
Whenever a departed loved one draws near, a cardinal appears... My thoughts turned to my mother on the other side. I sat down on the bench and spoke softly, encouraging the young bird to fly free...but she remained by the door, and then turned to look at me. I wondered what the message was in that moment. What was I being asked to do? I sent healing thoughts in case she was injured.
Before long, an inner stirring by the front door, caused a sudden shift. A beautiful sight unfolded. Reddish wings opened wide and she flew toward the sunlit pasture. I watched her land safely on an old tree. And, like most angel messages, they never leave us where they find us...my spirit soared free, grateful to see her take flight.
It's comforting to know that whatever we may be going through to remember that we are never truly alone. Stand firm in faith, and realize that you are not a physical body, but a spiritual being of light, in a state of grace forever. God has sent his angels to watch over you... All is well...
Later I learned the name of our angel repairman. Francisco. (St. Francis) You can't make these things up. Praise God.
Love and peace,
Rae Karen
