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Feathered Angels
Over the years birds have played a part of my life in one way or another. As a little girl, I was a bluebird starting out as a Campfire Girl. Some of my favorite bird songs were about birds ‘I’m a Bluebird’ ‘Blackbird’, and ‘On the Wings of a Snow White Dove’ to name a few. I was raised in a spiritual God fearing family. I was taught that special gifts came from God and to pay close attention to nature because animals, birds and trees have messages to share As I grew older I learned that if you had a question heavy on your heart birds would answer you by the side of the road they landed on, left was no, right was yes. The number of birds meant something too. Birds of all kinds can warn you, lead you out of harm’s way, or heal. My cardinal experience began with the loss of my grandmother and most recently my dad. Anyone can be a father, but it takes a special person to be dad or daddy.
My dad, a United States Marine and GM Autoworker, never complained about pain, he always smiled and had a great sense of humor. He would always make you smile or laugh. He was full of life and very positive. He never let on there was anything wrong, although we all knew in the pit of our stomachs something wasn’t right. My dad would go to the doctor and results would say he was ok, yet he lost weight and slept more. When my sister told my dad to go back to the doctor or she was going to call 911, He replied back “If you call 911, I will put you in a diaper and tie you to a chair for a week.”
The man that never made a fuss about pain finally gave in a month later. Upon arrival to ER he was admitted, tests revealed he was in renal failure. The entire time he made jokes and had us laughing. After two days, the doctor took us into a room and explained they could not kick start his kidneys to work on their own and told us to make arrangements. The man I thought was too tough to die, was dying.
He kept his wits up until the very end. I remember the day he passed, he asked me to pray with him, something he had never asked me to do. He told me he loved me and it was time for him to go. 4 hours later he left his body. I lost my dad to Carcinoma.
After his death, I went through many trials and fire. I dealt with persecution at work. The new teacher evaluations had created chaos in administration and co-workers who were your friends were willing to throw colleagues under the bus to get ahead or a good evaluation. The witch hunt on great teachers had begun. I had to deal with a daughter-in-law creating chaos and separating family, we bought a new home that wrecked our finances 29 days into living in it. We had 12,000 in water damages due to a sewage pipe (cleared by the county). We lost many of our belongings, furniture, flooring and walls. The insurance company didn’t cover it all. It was one thing after another. I finally had enough and just sat down and cried. In that, I heard a beautiful song coming from a bird outside. It wasn’t one I had heard before. I walked out into my backyard and saw a male and female cardinal. They looked at me and sang, they flew closer to me and sang some more. They stayed for awhile and then left. They came to say, we are here to heal and bring hope. It has gotten better; I am in a new school with a supportive staff. The bills are paid. The family member returned to make amends. We are stronger.

Yesterday evening around 7 pm, during a winter storm, I opened my backdoor to let my dogs out. From the east, flew a female Dark Eyed Junco. She seemed to have trouble flying. I walked toward her to help, when she flew into my house. (This would freak people out, considering it’s a bad omen for a sparrow to fly into your house) She flew in, flew upstairs and settled in the southwest location of my home, my bedroom. She didn’t make a lot of noise. She flew around checking out places to sit, settled on my ceiling fan and had a cheerful chirp. I tried to get her back outside so she could go to her nest which couldn’t have been very far. She was there for a reason… She didn’t want to go. Her visit led me to scriptures that let me know, someone had my six (back).
Psalms 84:3
The bird also found a house, and the swallow a nest for herself, where she may lay her young, even your altars, O LORD of hosts, My King and My God.
Yep the little thing was cold and flew right into mine.
Keep in mind I live in Assyria Township when you read these scriptures from Matthew
They will come from Egypt, trembling like sparrows, from Assyria, fluttering like doves. I will settle them in their homes,” Declares the LORD.
Matthew 10:29 “Are not two sparrows sold for a cent? And yet not one of them will fall to the ground apart from your father.”
Matthew 10:31 “So do not fear; you are more valuable than many sparrows.
No matter how dark things get, The Great Spirit sends messengers to remind us he is there for us, watching. He is there to say I will get you through this. He is a light in dark times. Have faith!
This Story is Dedicated to: Jerry Lee Johnson and Bernice Early Sent From: Bellevue, Michigan, -United States,

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