|The Protection of Angels|
There are countless stories from people who believe they have encountered real spiritual beings - angels. Some of these ephemeral beings have come to lend assistance in times of great need, while others appear to give comfort, warnings or advice. And many people insist that they have known, felt and even physically experienced the warm protection of their guardian angels. This is Rebekah's story.
is Wednesday morning, 11:07 a.m., October 14, 1992. I am sitting in the labor room of the Quitman Hospital beside my oldest daughter who is now in labor with her first child. Sitting here,
I recall an experience that I had during the early morning hours, but I find my mind
wandering back to my daughter beside me... And yet I feel that I must relate the events that took place prior to my daughter going into the hospital, before they are no longer vivid in my mind.
While resting in a deep sleep, I awoke to someone calling my name loudly and clearly with a sense of emergency. They called my first name once: "Rebekah!" The voice sounded familiar to me, like the voice of my daughter. She was due any day to have a baby and I thought it was she outside waking me up to go to the hospital with her. Had I been fully awake, I would have dismissed this possibility; she always calls me "mom."
Thinking that I had to get to the back door in a hurry, I threw the covers off and rolled over to get out of bed. Before I got up, I quickly glanced down to see what I had on. Sometimes I just slept in a
T-shirt and underwear, and I didn't want to run to answer the door if that was all that I had on tonight. Seeing that I had a pair of shorts on with my shirt, I jumped up and started running through the house toward the back door where my name had been called out just minutes ago.
Reaching the French doors that led into the laundry room, I quickly threw them open calling out, "Just a minute. Just a minute, I'm coming." At that moment, I reached the back door to find that the porch light was on. Looking through the large pane window in the door, I could see that no one was outside. I was glad that I had a habit of leaving the porch light on. Living by myself in a large, old-frame farmhouse way out in the country, the light gave me a sense of security. I puzzled that no one was at the door. I stood still for a moment, listening for my name to be called out again. Peering through the door window to my left, I could see my car parked by the porch. Everything seemed eerily quiet. Dead leaves were being blown around on the ground by the autumn wind. I waited and listened some more, but still nothing.
A sense of bewilderment came over me as I stood there. I reached out for the dead bolt to unlock the door. I was going to open the door, stick out my head and call out that I was at the back door. But as my hand rested on the dead bolt, I received a warning telling me not to open the door. It's hard to explain the warning; it was like instant knowledge being perceived through my senses. I looked back out into the night, wondering what was going on. Turning around, I walked back into my bedroom to look out the window view of the front of the house, thinking that perhaps someone was at the front of the house. Wondering what time it was, I looked at the clock sitting on my dresser by the window. It read 1:35 a.m. I had been sleeping for several hours before I was awakened by someone calling out my name. I pulled open the drapes, but didn't see a car in the driveway or see anyone walking around outside. I decided that if I tried to figure out what had just happened, I would be up all night and still might not figure out what had transpired, so I decided that the best thing for me to do was to just go back to bed.
The Noises Outside
I closed the drapes, walked back to my bed and climbed in. I lay there for a few minutes trying to adjust myself into a comfortable position. Pulling the covers up to my neck, I rolled over onto my left side, letting my thoughts drift, when a loud noise coming from outside the house startled me. I lay very still, listening. My mind was racing trying to identify what the noise was when a great sense of fear overcame me. I realized that the noise was coming from spirits from the dark side - evil ones.
I had been having problems with evil spirits coming into the house since I had moved in almost a year ago. Every night I prayed for God to send
angles to watch over me to protect me from them. Since the number of times that they came around had increased lately, just a few days ago I had called on a very spiritual man that I went to church with and had him come over
to give my house a blessing. He brought someone with him and they had anointed my head with oil and administered a blessing to me and the house. He went to God in prayer, asking
that he pour out mercy and compassion on me in my time of trouble with the evil spirits, asking that he shield the house with guardian angels to keep the evil ones out and ask that only his spirits of light be permitted to enter.
I suppose this is what the evil spirits were so upset about, and I realized that I had been awakened to my name being called out by someone watching over me, and they had given me the warning not to open the door. The evil ones were not able to come into the house because of the blessing, and even though I knew this, I was still frightened from all the screeching and moaning coming from outside. They were banging on the walls and windows. I had never experienced so many of them at once. It sounded like they were all around my house. I wished now that I had left some lights on in the house. The only light on was the porch light and that was at the back of the house.
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