My Guardian An­gel

When Woman’s World reader Anita Kinsler, of Sneedville, Ten­nessee, asked the an­gels to help find her miss­ing ear­ring, they didn’t let her down. She writes:

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When my mother passed away, I was dev­as­tated. And as Christ­mas ap­proached, my sad­ness deep­ened. Ev­ery year since I was a lit­tle girl, my mother and I played a se­lec­tion of duets to­gether at Christ­mas Eve ser­vices. I played the pi­ano, and Mom ac­com­pa­nied me on gui­tar. It was the high­light of our year.

This year when asked, I agreed to par­tic­i­pate as a soloist. But as the con­cert neared, I be­came anx­ious. How can I do this with­out my mother? I won­dered.

I tried my best to get into the fes­tive mood. I even bought a new pair of ear­rings to match my dress. But as I was putting them on, I dropped one.

As I crawled around on my hands and knees look­ing for the miss­ing ear­ring, I thought about my mom and re­mem­bered how good she was at find­ing things.

Fi­nally, not want­ing to be late to church, I gave up and switched to an­other pair, quickly adding a Christ­mas tree brooch that had be­longed to Mom.

The con­cert was a suc­cess. Some­how, as I played, my nerves calmed. I felt Mom and the an­gels at my side the whole time.

When I re­turned home, my thoughts re­turned to the miss­ing ear­ring, so I hur­ried up­stairs to do an­other search. Plac­ing Mom’s Christ­mas tree brooch on the van­ity, I spot­ted the trash bas­ket be­side the dresser and thought maybe the ear­ring was in there. But it wasn’t.

“Oh, an­gels, please help me find that ear­ring,” I whis­pered.

Just then, I glanced back at the van­ity, and there was the ear­ring, sit­ting be­side the brooch that I’d just re­moved! How could this be pos­si­ble? I won­dered. But I al­ready knew. I’d asked for the an­gels’ help and they didn’t let me down.

I’ve al­ways be­lieved that an­gels help us if we ask, and this was a con­fir­ma­tion of my be­lief. I know with­out a doubt that my mom and the an­gels not only helped me get through the con­cert but that they also found the miss­ing ear­ring.

I sat on my bed with tears stream­ing from my eyes. I must have cried for at least 20 min­utes, not so much be­cause I’d found my lost ear­ring, but be­cause of the over­whelm­ing love that I felt from Heaven above.

“What a beau­ti­ful Christ­mas gift for Anita to re­ceive, this Heav­enly sign of love!” says Doreen Virtue, PH.D. “This ex­pe­ri­ence has the an­gels writ­ten all over it!

“The an­gels helped me get through the con­cert and even find my miss­ing ear­ring!” mar­vels Anita

“I love it when the an­gels re­turn a lost heir­loom to an ‘ il­log­i­cal’ lo­ca­tion. This shows they can see the lo­ca­tion of ev­ery­thing from their Heav­enly van­tage point.

“I’m so happy that Anita went through with her Christ­mas con­cert, de­spite the grief she must have felt with­out her mother ac­com­pa­ny­ing her. And the re­ward she re­ceived was con­fir­ma­tion of the love that Heaven of­fers to her . . . and to all of us!”

Doreen Virtue, PH.D., the cre­ator of An­gel Ther­apy, is the au­thor of 30 books on mind-body-spirit top­ics in­clud­ing My Guardian An­gel: True Sto­ries of An­gelic En­coun­ters from Woman’s World Read­ers and host of the In­ter­net ra­dio show “An­gel Ther­apy” at Hay­house­ra­dio.com. If you have an an­gel story you’d like to share, please send it, along with a clear photo of your­self, in­clud­ing your name, ad­dress and phone num­ber to: An­gels, Woman’s World, 270 Syl­van Ave., Englewood Cliffs, NJ 07632, or e-mail us at An­gels@wo­mansworld­mag.com. We’ll pay $100 for each fea­tured story. All sub­mis­sions be­come the prop­erty of Woman’s World and may be edited, pub­lished or oth­er­wise re-used in any medium.

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