There isn't a day that goes by that I dont see, hear or smell an angel. One day I was sitting in my room trying to get in touch with my angel friends when I saw a lightning bolt. I ran from the room and cried.
"Something is going to happen to one of us," I told my niece, "and it's not going to be good."
At the time, I was having problems with my foot. I thought I had sprained it and decided to ignore the pain and go about my business.
For the next few days, it smelled like a funeral parlor in my house. I told my neice; "I smell a dead person. On of us is going to die."
The pain in my foot was so severe by that time that I had to see a doctor. That's when I learned I had cancer of the foot and leg. It wa so intertwined in my muscles and nerves that they had to amputate.
I believe it was the bolt from the blue that made me sit up and take notice. The angels warned me that day, in a loud and startling way. Thank God for the scare. If I'd waited, the cancer would have killed me. So when I told my niece, "someone is going to die," I meant it was ME.
Now I see the doctor regularly. I don't test the angels or try to contact them. They'll find me when I need them.
Amen.
-- Cindy Kneckt, Sunman, Indiana --
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