I was blog surfing the other morning and visited “Awake is Good“. Jan shared a story which tugged at my heart, about a little girl whose icecream fell off her cone and the response from her parents was verbal and emotional abuse. Jan’s response was so compassionate and filled with unconditional love … she asked angels to walk with the little girl, to keep her safe and protected and loved, not just for the immediate period after the incident, but throughout her life.
How often have you done something which would have been considered a ‘poor choice’ by those around you, and then been ‘reprimanded’ or ‘humiliated’ for it? I have had that experience many times. In fact, after another bout of ’soul searching’ with David over the weekend, I realised that so much of my grieving process involves reliving exactly those kinds of experiences.
One of the things I have really been struggling with since Dad died is the revisiting of the life we had before leaving to live overseas … David and I moved when we were pregnant with Daniel, to the US, for a 3 year contract. It was only after we left Australia that I realised how toxic life was for me, living caught up in a dysfunctional family. Now, it’s like I am stuck in an eddying back water, reliving all the issues I have faced since coming into this world. Jan summed up my experiences when she shared her feelings that the little girl with the ‘broken’ icecream was verbally and emotionally abused.
These days, Angels are such a part of my life that I don’t always realise how much I talk with them and rely on them. In fact, I recall someone telling me that they always ask the Angels for help, talk to them everyday, and make time to be with them … I was so blown away because I thought I didn’t do any of that, to that degree. I laughed when I realised that I do all of that, too, but it’s so much a part of who I am and what I do that I don’t have to consciously make “Angel Time” a priority each day.
When I pass a broken-down car on the side of the road, I always ask the Angels to assist. When I am sitting huddled in the corner of my bedroom, grieving, I ask the Angels to be with me. When my kids are out and about, especially when they are away from me, I ask the Angels to keep them safe. Angels allow me to exist in a space where I firmly believe, and accept, that I can Be All That I Can Be … the times I doubt that, those times when my early conditioning and treatment are having the highest impact on me, are the times when I forget to connect with Angel Energy and Love. Those are very sad times. I am So Glad that my ‘career’ path involves living and working with Angels because the ‘other’ part of my life, the grieving part, really sucks.
Today, make a point of asking the Angels to help with whatever you are doing. Remember to connect with your Source of Unconditional Love and Share the JOY with whomever you meet.
Thanks for the reminder, Jan! 
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