As Sept. 29, the Feast of the Archangels, and Oct. 2, the Feast of our Guardian Angels, quickly approaches, I find myself reflecting back on the many, and unexpected, signs I have received over the last seven years from “my” angels.
As Christians, we learn that we all have a Guardian Angel, given to us from the time of our birth, acting as a protector, to watch over and guide us. I never really thought about it much until the passing of my father – a time in my life that was very difficult for me.
It wasn’t long after his passing that I awoke in the middle of the night and saw my father sitting at the end of my bed. Was it really him or was I dreaming? For several weeks after that he appeared in my dreams, the same dream over and over again. Dad was standing next to the car looking into the window at me.
When I woke each time, it seemed as if it had really happened. It was all very unsettling. Was I just not dealing with his passing or was there a message being conveyed? After a few weeks the dreams stopped and I started to forget about them.
As time passed, I continued to struggle with his death. Not many days went by that I didn’t think about him in some way.
Soon, “other” signs started to appear. First it was dimes, showing up right in front of me in the middle of nowhere. I’ve heard of “pennies from heaven,” but dimes? Was it Dad again? He did always have a great sense of humor.
Every time I stumbled upon a dime it would become a ritual to bend down and pick it up, look toward Heaven and say, “Thanks, Dad, I’m thinking about you, too, but could you send some bills!”
For some strange reason, I felt like I was receiving a message that he was watching over me and that he was ok and at peace. I didn’t feel that same unsettling that I felt with the dreams.
It wasn’t long before I stumbled upon my first feather in a parking lot while taking a walk on my lunch break. I stopped in my tracks, lifted it from the pavement and thought, “What are you trying to tell me Dad?”
That first feather found a resting place on my shelf next to my desk. It’s still there, and I look at every day. Those feathers would continue to find me in strangest places, even inside my house. While walking down my stairway, there was a small white feather just sitting on my step, which was very unusual for a clean freak like me.
Butterflies were next. I was becoming an empty nester and needed a hobby to fill my time, so I began gardening. I’ve always loved flowers, but never really had the time to spend on a garden. My dad loved to tinker in the garden. He had a green thumb, found it relaxing and grew some beautiful flowers to boot.
Amateur gardener that I was, I picked up a random bush on clearance to plant in the garden. That’s when the butterflies started to visit me and follow me around the yard. I had planted a butterfly bush. It was yet another message.
Butterflies were something Dad and I had in common. When I was a teenager I loved butterflies, my room was decorated with blue and lavender butterflies and all my jewelry pieces were butterflies. He always teased me about my passion for these beautiful creatures.
I now find it relaxing, and emotional, when I prune that bush, which is often during its growing months and the butterflies that surround me remind me of my father and bring a broad smile to my face.
Looking back, it seems as though those signs came when I needed them most, when I was contemplating something that was weighing heavy on my heart or I was struggling with some type of change in my life. They were a blessing in disguise that gave me reassurance that there is a greater, pure and spiritual heavenly being guarding and guiding me always. And I am reminded how wonderful God’s creations are.
It is reassuring to know that my Guardian Angel and my Father are forever over my shoulder.
These powerful messengers of God will be present before, during and after their feast days, so pay close attention…they may send you a sign!
Jennifer Britton works in the communications industry, is a wife, DIY mom of two who believes life is one big opportunity to Sparkle!