Saved by an Angel (32 page)

Chapter 11

L
IFESAVING
A
NGEL
V
OICES

“Y
OU
A
RE
S
AFE
… J
UST
L
ET
G
O
”
by Nelly Coneway

We had a very intense experience on New Year’s Eve 2009. My son and two of his friends went to a party, and I drove to pick them up at 3
A.M.
I was very tired, but I asked the angels to protect and guide me.

On the way to drop off one of the boys at his house, I entered a narrow street with no lights and zero visibility. The road was empty—but then suddenly a huge SUV drove right in my path. Everything happened so quickly that I couldn’t do anything, but I heard Archangel Michael’s voice: “You are safe … just let go.” At the moment when I thought that we would have a head-on collision, something grabbed the wheel out of my hands and turned it to the side so we escaped the crash.

It was unbelievable that we didn’t have an accident. Even the kids in my car noticed it, saying, “
Wow,
that was close, a true miracle.” Thanks to God and His mighty angels, the four of us survived.

C
LEAR AS
D
AY
by Victoria Granados

One day I was heading out for my usual early-morning hike. I said good-bye to my son, and let him know I was going to Mission Trails. As I was walking downstairs, I heard an angel say, clear as day, “Go to Lake Murray today; there will be more people there. It will be safer.” I listened.

Later that night, my son called me from his father’s house with panic in his voice. He wanted to know if I was okay. When I asked why, he said he’d just seen on the news that a woman had been attacked at Mission Trails around the same time I would have been there. I credit that angel voice with protecting me from danger that day.

A C
ALM AND
S
OOTHING
V
OICE
by Verlain Lane

It was winter, and the weather in Kansas was cold and clear. I had a medical appointment at the hospital two hours from our home.

My two-year-old son sat on the passenger side of our 1986 Toyota four-wheel-drive truck. I noticed that the sky was clouding over and getting dark, even though it had been sunny just an hour earlier when we left home. Before we got to the I-70 ramp, it was like a thick curtain suddenly fell in front of us.

I was surprised that the snow was coming down so fast and thick that I couldn’t see anything. I slowed down and thought about turning around and heading back home, but I kept going because I’d waited over two months for this appointment. Besides, we were almost halfway there. So I slowed down, and we crept along until we got to the on-ramp, because I felt sure it would clear off any minute. But it didn’t.

Heading east on I-70, I saw cars off the road everywhere, and 18-wheelers slowed to a crawl. I had locked in my four-wheel drive, and I told my little son we’d be okay. I was coming up on an overpass bridge, and just as I hit the small drop-off seam of pavement, the Toyota skidded on the ice.

As this happened, I looked over and saw that my toddler had unfastened his seat belt! I reached out with my right hand and grabbed his wrist as I steered into the skid with my left hand. I couldn’t bring the car out of the skid, and I couldn’t let go of my baby son.

I heard a male voice plainly say, “Hold on to the boy, let go of the wheel, and close your eyes.” I didn’t stop to think about who was talking to me; I just did it.

When I opened my eyes, a man jerked open my driver’s door and asked if I was okay. Our Toyota had jumped the overpass railing and skidded along the entire length of the concrete rail as if it were on a track. I assured the stranger we were fine, and he said he’d call for help. Most miraculous of all was the fact that my pickup didn’t have a single dent or scratch!

The first words out of my toddler’s mouth were, “Wow, Mama!” as he clapped his hands. Waiting for help, I tried to figure out who had spoken those words when the truck skidded out of control. It was the most serene, controlled, masculine voice I’d ever heard. So calm and soothing. I remember doing as I was told; and a peaceful, loving feeling wrapped around me. It was as if my son and I were being held tightly in a giant hug.

We made it to my medical appointment, and when I told the doctor (who was a golfing buddy of our family priest) what had happened, he said, “You understand you met an angel today, don’t you?” I could only nod.

Although it has been 14 years, I’ll never forget the loving guidance spoken to me on that icy March morning.

T
HANK
G
OD FOR THE
A
NGELS
by Rebecca Thrasher

I was driving home from work early, feeling overwhelmed. My youngest son, Tyler, was home sick, and I was getting married the next day. I felt totally unprepared. If that wasn’t enough, I had company coming to my house for the wedding.

Tyler’s doctor had said that my son had a virus, and all day long he had kept calling me to say that he felt increasingly worse. I wondered if I needed to take him to the urgent-care center. I called his doctor, who said the complaints my son was experiencing were part of his virus. I wondered,
Should I take Tyler to the medical center anyway?
I didn’t want to take any chances with my son’s health. But on the other hand, I had so many things to do that night, and the doctor had reassured me that Tyler’s symptoms were normal.

That was when I heard a voice say, “It’s his appendix!” in a loud and stern way. So I took Tyler to the clinic. The doctor began telling me that he thought it was the virus, but I said that I just wanted to be sure it wasn’t his appendix. He did another exam and went to get another doctor, who did the same thing. They then sent us to the hospital to see a surgeon. Tyler had his appendix removed that night just before it burst. I thank God and His angels for saving my son’s life.

K
EEPING
M
E
S
AFE
by Diane Smith

One morning around 5:30 while driving to work, I was on a road where there were woods and no lights other than car headlights. All of a sudden, I heard a voice telling me to start putting my brakes on. I did, and out of the woods a large deer appeared right in front of my car.

When I started to drive again, I heard the same voice telling me not to, because there was another deer. I stopped again, and sure enough, out of the woods came another large deer.

If I hadn’t listened to this voice both times, I would have hit the deer and probably injured myself, too. I know this was my guardian angel keeping me safe. This was really the first time I had heard my guardian angel, and now whenever I hear that voice, I listen.

T
HE
A
NGEL OF
W
HITE
L
IGHT
by Jim St. Onge