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Angels on Earth magazine

Angels on Earth magazine

January/February 2021

Experience the inspiring stories that fill each issue of Angels on Earth magazine, from people just like you, who have found their hope restored, faith strengthened and lives transformed through miraculous encounters with angels. Angels still visit us today to guide us, and give us reassuring evidence of God’s eternal love. Discover the angels in your own life with Angels on Earth!

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6 Issues

in this issue

2 min.
down to earth

A QUICK RUN to the grocery store, in and out. Back in a jiff. But try telling that to my Jack Russell, Archie. He’s gotten mighty spoiled with me working from home full-time during the pandemic. I reassured him as best I could, got him interested in his favorite chew toy. Still, I pulled out of the driveway with Archie barking his head off alone inside the house. I’m a bit like Archie when things are uncertain and trust is hard to find. I worry about our world, our country, my Hudson River community, where neighbors are at odds over leaf blowers. I worry about the environment and the next hurricane season my Louisiana friends and family will face. I worry about my children more than ever, now that they have…

1 min.
what’s new online

Happy New Year! All of us have been touched by the unique challenges of 2020. As we bid the year goodbye, let’s look forward to a new day with these prayers for hope, healing and renewal at angelsonearth.org/nyprayers. The Power of Love Valentine’s Day is not just for sweethearts! Celebrate all the love in your life—from partners and pets, from family and friends and from heaven above. Go to angelsonearth.org/lovequotes to put yourself in the mood to love and be loved. Someone’s in the Kitchen Warm up with a hearty bowl of homemade soup from our comfort food collection. You’ll find eight of our favorite recipes at angelsonearth.org/wintersoups. Bon appétit!…

5 min.
sewing for hope

RED HEARTS decorated the windows inside the dollar store, but that wasn’t what I’d come in for today. I’d stopped off on my way home from my nursing shift at the V.A. Mental Health Clinic as a favor to one of my patients. Irv was a Vietnam veteran who struggled with alcohol abuse. So much so that I’d referred him to a rehab center out of state. Irv wasn’t happy about going, but he went. “You wouldn’t believe it here, Bert,” he’d told me over the phone. “Saddest bunch of soldiers I’ve ever seen.” “Alcoholism will suck the spirit out of a person,” I said. “I can imagine.” “It’s not just that,” Irv said. “There are fourteen of us, and boy, are we are a ragtag group. Buttons missing, popped seams, torn pockets.…

3 min.
christmas leftovers

‘‘JORDAN! JULIA!” I called, pouring orange juice so fast that it splashed on the table. “Get dressed right away—we’re late!” I hadn’t been a single mom for all that long, but I’d been optimistic about the new year. For my children’s sake, I’d sworn I was going to be the best I could be, and I’d had the whole Christmas vacation to get us organized for the first day back to school after the holidays. But I had overslept, and we were racing to get ready, as usual. Breakfast was rushed, and we bundled up for a snowy day. I held the door while Jordan, in kindergarten, and his little sister Julia, in preschool, ran to the car. Everybody buckled up, and we were off. I kept to the speed limit…

5 min.
the answer

JANUARY 31. I circled the date on my desk calendar at work with a blue felt-tip pen. It was only the Wednesday before Thanksgiving, but there was a long wait to see the neurologist and I was lucky to get my husband, Wayne, in to be seen at all. Meanwhile I didn’t want him to overhear me making the appointment. I drove home from work, praying Wayne would agree to go. From day to day I never knew what kind of mood he would be in. He’d recently retired after a 39-year career at an international tech company, a job he loved. Retirement had required an adjustment, but to me that didn’t explain what was different about Wayne. Something was off, I was sure. I just couldn’t say what. At home I…

3 min.
nana’s princess

NANA, MY BELOVED grandmother, was in the hospital with bone cancer, and I’d picked up my mom so we could spend the afternoon with Nana together. It was hard to imagine that her days on earth were dwindling. She’d lived with such exuberance. “I still remember those doctors who said she’d die young from a weak heart,” Mom said on the way over. “She outlived all of them,” I said. “That weak heart never stopped her.” Not in the least. Mom again reminded me of Nana’s journey from Germany to the U.S. in the 1920s. That couldn’t have been easy. Once she was here, she practically single-handedly founded a Lutheran church in her new hometown. I could picture her walking through the neighborhood inviting everyone to come. Once the church was settled, Nana served…