I am going completely away from my normal Sunday Salon chit chat in order to discuss a subject that I have been reading about and one I would really like to open it up for discussion.
I have been doing some research about angels this week, after reading this rather interesting little book called ' How to Hear Your Angels' by Doreen Virtue. It is a fascinating book that allows you to analyse whether or not you have had an angel encounter as well as to show you how to experience one.
Now I know many of you are aware, I am not very religious and tend to be a little skeptical about things like this, but this book really did get me thinking. I am actually now convinced that I have had an angel experience in my life and I thought I would see what you think.
Now as I said, I am not religious, I am very honest and I have no reason to lie to you, so what I will write is an experience I had which stills stays vividly in my mind and I can only describe it as some outside intervention into my life.
The year was 2006 and we as a family had been planning a rather expensive and once in life time holiday to Disney World, Florida. We were going to stay in The Grand Floridian and I pre-arranged lots of character meals and dinner shows including dinner with Shamu. This would be the first time our daughters had ever been and we were all so excited.
A week before we were to fly to America, we woke up to the news that a plan to bomb all planes flying to America from England had been foiled. The day the bombs were to explode was on the day we were to fly. We were sick with worry. I am not a great flyer anyway and have to take medication in order to fly. So as you can imagine, we were at a loss as to whether to go ahead with the holiday or not. We felt that we were putting the whole family at risk.
My husband and I went over the situation a hundred times and eventually my husband said he would ask his mum to help us make a decision. My husband's mother had passed away when he was eighteen.
The next day we were going to a restaurant with a friend we had visiting. Everyone was in the car except me; I locked up and walked along our garden path and happened to hear something fall to the ground. I looked around and noticed a coin on the floor. I picked it up and stood their completely shocked. In my hand, was an American quarter. There was no one around me at all, for them to drop it and we had not got any American currency out for the holiday. We only ever take traveller's cheques. I took this coin as a sign that we should fly and we did. I still have the coin and I held it all the way during the flight. I even made a scrap page all about it when I got back.
We went on to have the best holiday we ever had and our whole holiday had balanced on this coin which appeared out of nowhere.
What do you think? Was it divine intervention? Or can you explain my experience away? Have you had any similar experiences? Let me know what you think.