Angelic Visitation

Just a few minutes ago, seated at my desk working away on “Quilting Patches of Life,” I felt a presence come in the room that brought me to tears. As I worked at my computer I felt an angelic presence hovering over me in the right-hand corner of the office above my desk. I lowered my head in awe. “God … thank you. I’m not worthy. I love you, Jesus.” I looked up half expecting to see the form of my visitor, but there was no shape before me to confirm what I felt.

My husband came down the steps, and I told him, “You know, we have angels all around us.” He smiled and agreed.

“I know we do.” He walked into the kitchen to get the kids a cup of water, then returned upstairs.

Only a minute or two passed before my eleven-year-old son Charles came down the steps, tears in his eyes, and said, “Mom, the Lord told me to come and apologize to you for accusing you about working on your computer – that you are doing it for Him. I have been accusing you, and I’m sorry.”

I started crying myself, and I told my son, “Charles, I believe you. Just before you came down, I felt an angel in the house, and I believe the Lord did give you a message. Thank you for obeying. I forgive you.”

We hugged and kissed, and I sent him up to bed after we shared a laugh of joy over how good God is, the great God of the universe, to visit lowly people like us in our homes … even my cluttered office.

I went upstairs and shared this with my husband. “It all works together,” he said. ‘When you were downstairs, I was praying for the kids. I prayed that God would dispatch angels to watch over them and our house. And He did.”

Thank you, Jesus, for sending a message to my son ... for answering my husband's prayer ... for the gift of holy visitations in my home ...