ANGELS WATCHING OVER ME...
By Marjorie Lewis Lloyd

A young mother was standing at the kitchen sink washing dishes one spring morning. Their little garden was aflame with fresh jewel-like flowers, and the smell of warm clover filled the air. In a moment of time, the long, dreary winter was forgotten.
As she looked out the window into the back yard, she noticed that the garden gate had been left open. Her little three-year-old daughter, Lisa, had toddled through the gate and was sitting casually on the railroad tracks playing with the gravel. The mother's heart stopped when she saw a train coming around the bend and heard its whistle blaring persistently.
As she raced from the house screaming her daughter's name, she suddenly saw a striking figure, clothed in pure white, lifting Lisa off the tracks. While the train roared past, this glorious Being stood by the track with an arm around the child. Together, they watched the train go by. When the mother reached her daughter's side, Lisa was standing alone.

THE HAND ON THE SHOULDER
During World War II, George was a navigator on a B-24 bomber called "The Liberator", stationed in Italy. On one particular mission, his plane was flying over central Europe. As they approached the target area to be bombed, he felt a strong hand on his shoulder and heard a voice say to him, "Get up and go to the back of the plane." He proceeded to do so, leaving the pilot alone in the front of the plane.
In the brief moments that he was back there, anti-aircraft fire took place over the target area. When George returned to the front of the plane, he noticed a shell three inches in diameter had blown a hole in the fuselage14 of the plane and right through his navigator's seat.
To this day, he is confident God sent an Angel to tell him to go to the back of the plane at that specific moment. He has remained conscious of God's hand on his life through the years and it has greatly added to his faith and trust in Him.

THE BRILLIANT LIGHT
Latvia is a picturesque country nestled between the Baltic Sea and Russia. It is a country of fragrant woods and singing streams, and sloping meadows covered with flowers. In 1940, Russia seized this country and made it into a Communist state.
Rudolf was a young, dedicated schoolteacher who was proud of his Latvian country. One day in 1942, he was suddenly taken away from home and placed in the Daugavdils concentration camp for "political reasons". Life there was a grim and bleak existence of cold, black nights followed by senseless, empty days. Weeks soon became months, and Rudolf yearned for the day when his cell door would open and he would be free again. During the long, interminable15 nights, he would often remember how the birds used to fill the countryside with their songs on summer mornings and the way the fresh clover smelled in the warm sunshine. Would the day ever come when he would be free to experience these simple joys again?
After he had been a prisoner for six months, all hope for his release seemed to be gone. One afternoon as he sat in his cell, he put his head in his hands and began to pray. "Is there any help, Lord? Is there any hope?"
Suddenly, a brilliant light flooded his cell and stood as a great wall of light before him. And although he had not seen the sunlight for over six months, this vivid light did not hurt his eyes. In the middle of the wall of white light there appeared this message: "23 September." It was written in bold black letters.
He heard a clear, steady voice say, "That's the date when you will be free. Do not tell anyone this date." The words sang their way into his heart with a renewed message of hope.
Then the cell began to dim as though the sun had slipped behind a cloud, and the light was gone. Rudolf was left once again in the cold darkness. Only there was a difference. Instead of bitter despair, a quiet warmth began to soak through to his lonely heart. A sense of peace surrounded him and he felt secure and loved by God. He knew that September 23 was still six weeks away, but a small seed of faith took root in his soul, giving him new courage and strength.
At last the long-awaited date arrived. If anyone was to be set free in his prison, it always took place at ten o'clock in the morning. However, ten o'clock came and went without the promised freedom. At two o'clock (the same time he had seen the great light in his cell six weeks earlier), the door swung open and a guard's voice pierced the darkness:
"Rudolf Matiss, pick up your belongings and come to the office!" With no explanation, he was given his passport with the words, "You are free to go!"
He walked away from that bleak concentration camp that afternoon with the autumn sunshine brushing his face and the soft wind filling him with the fresh breath of freedom.
For the past forty years, September 23 has remained a special day of celebration for Rudolf. He remembers it with a feeling of peace deep in his soul that has never left him.

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