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Angels on Earth magazine

Angels on Earth magazine May/June 2019

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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1 min.
down to earth

THERE HAS BEEN a lot of praying in my family lately. My father is struggling with dementia, and like so many of you know, that means we all struggle—my mother, who’s by Daddy’s side 24/7, and my five siblings and I, who do what we can to support our parents as they have us our whole lives. Between the six of us are careers and interests that address many of the practical worries: social programs, accounting, physical therapy, nutrition, legal matters. Thankfully most of us are nearby and hands on with help. I’m the eldest and live farthest away. Mama and I talk or text every day, but phone calls make communication even tougher for Daddy. He was never much for the telephone anyway. A quick “How are you and the…

1 min.
what’s new online

We Remember What flower is most associated with Memorial Day? When was the national holiday declared? Our slideshow answers these questions and more at angelsonearth.org/7memorialdayfacts Father Knows Best (Sometimes) May and June are a time to honor Mom and Dad. But being a good parent doesn’t mean always being perfect. This exclusive Guideposts video offers tips for those who want to have a more positive influence on their families. Watch it at angelsonearth.org/positiveparents. Here Comes the Sun Singing birds, laughing children, baseball games—whatever your favorite thing about summer is, you’ll find it in one of our six meditations. Invite God to summer with you in your heart this season and refresh your prayer routine at angelsonearth.org/summerprayers.…

5 min.
train to tokyo

JUST TAKE the train. The school secretary made it sound so easy when she handed me my reservations for the New Sanno Hotel in nearby Tokyo, where I was going to attend a teacher’s workshop. But as I entered the Atsugi train station, I was terrified. My husband, Mark, and I had come to Japan to teach at an American naval base, and we were three months into our two-year commitment. This wouldn’t be my first trip to Tokyo. When I first arrived my mentor teacher took me sightseeing. He knew the city well and spoke Japanese. I stuck close to his side as he hopped on and off the speedy, crowded commuter trains. But doing it on my own? That was a whole other story. You can do this, Janet, I thought…

2 min.
story of a chair

I SAT WITH MY six-year-old granddaughter, Kira, in the shabby, overstuffed chair in the corner of her room. It was wide enough for us to sit side by side. “Today, instead of a storybook, I’m going to tell you the story of this prayer chair.” “Why do you call it the prayer chair?” Kira asked. “Well, when Grandpa and I first got it, 25 years ago, it was too big for the living room, so we put it in our bedroom. It was so comfy that I used to read my Bible and say all my prayers in it.” Kira snuggled down into the plush cushions. “What did you pray for?” “I prayed for the whole family, especially when somebody was sick, like your great-grandma. And I asked God to watch over your aunt…

5 min.
family vacation

We were only 48 hours into our family’s three-week road trip when the car broke down. White smoke billowed from the engine. The dashboard warning lights went on. “Where did all this come from?” my husband, Gareth, said. He pulled off at the next exit. I glanced at our sons in the back seat. Colin, seven, and Aidan, five, looked disappointed. We were in Michigan, in the middle of nowhere, on our way to Mackinaw Island. From there we planned to visit the Badlands of South Dakota and Mount Rushmore, then Yellowstone, Grand Teton and Glacier National Parks. It would be a grand tour! But so far the kids hadn’t seen anything but the road, and our Honda Odyssey didn’t seem up for the adventure. Maybe I wasn’t either. Life had been rough…

5 min.
a day’s work

I WALKED INTO the tag sale, excited to find a treasure. The first table I came upon was full of railroad memorabilia. “Fantastic, aren’t they?” another early bird said, admiring some old Chesapeake and Ohio Railway calendars. “Are you a train buff too?” “Not really,” I said. It was a complicated question. Trains had always been part of my life. My father worked for the Chesapeake and Ohio for most of his life. He wasn’t an engineer or a conductor or even a ticket seller. Daddy had a job few people even knew about: railroad telegraph operator. He relayed messages between the trains and the dispatcher, reporting the departures, arrivals, delays and deliveries. The man at the table held up a picture of an old steam engine and grinned. “I could write a…