"On a winter’s day recently, I went to collect my daughter Megan from school. After collecting her, we went to the supermarket. There was a lot of traffic, so we weren’t going anywhere fast. Megan sat in the back seat, listening to music, while I watched the people struggling with the howling wind and lashing rain.
I saw two young teenage girls coming from school, on the far side of the road, walking towards us. They had no coats on and were sauntering along, chatting, as if the sun was shining. I said to my angels, communicating as I often do without words “I don’t know how those girls can feel warm on a day like this. They don’t even look wet despite the pouring rain.”
I had no sooner spoken than two angels looking like young teenagers themselves, appeared behind the girls – almost on top of them. The angel’s wings went up and around the girls trying to keep the rain and the wind and cold away from them. I could see the raindrops dripping from the feathers on the angel’s wings. The angels looked so wet, as if buckets of water had been throw over them. The angels were trying to brush the rain away, I even saw them blowing the girl’s hair – I guess to dry it. It was just so funny watching the angels moving along at the same pace as the girls and shielding them. The girls, of course, were completely oblivious to the angels.
Angels are there helping us all the time and so often we are like those teenagers, completely oblivious to the help. Remember, all you have to do is ask and the angels will help. You may not notice their help but I assure you they are helping – even if it’s a way you don’t expect."
-- Lorna Byrne
"Lorna has been seeing angels since she was a baby. Very unusually, she sees angels physically with as much clarity as the rest of us see people and she sees them every day. This diminutive, soft-spoken, uneducated Irish woman who did not talk about what she was seeing until seven years ago, says she has no idea why she can see angels when others can’t, adding that she is just an ordinary person."
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