Angels. Radiant angels in white flowing gowns. Glowing, golden hair brushed their shoulders as they floated above Gran while she reclined in her overstuffed chair.

Attached to the mercy seat at each end, kneel your two angels—cherubim—facing each other while having their heads bowed in prayer, looking at the mercy seat. See how the tips of their wings extend high over their heads, touching in the center, making a small sanctuary where God can have an earthly throne where he would meet with His people.

“Gosh.” His heart pounded. There was no logical way to explain this. He had trusted in Jesus when he’d turned eight years old. During his life, he had seen dramatic things happen in answer to prayer. Did this diary hold a part of the answer to his daily petitions?

Feeling like she’d become entangled in a whodunit mystery, Katherine slipped into the parlor. There, by an ancient-looking moss rock fireplace, stood the target of her investigation. . . .But she could see too many places in this suit of armor to hide clues. There were joints everywhere.

She closed her eyes and melted into a heap on the marble turret step. “Oh, Lord, now what do I do?” …

A sudden cool breeze floated over her shoulder fluffing her hair. Refreshing and unexpected, it calmed her. Her breathing slowed, and she pulled her knees up to wrap her arms around them.

“My dear, sweet, little Kathy, it looks like you need another hug.”…

Her eye popped open in the dark. Tingles spread out from her spine. Her heart didn’t quicken in fear because she sensed a warm familiar love in the tone of the voice. Turning toward it, she saw the form of a man, shining with a silver shimmer in the dark. “Holy Spirit? Lord?”

Quickly, she flashed through them, looking for his name and address—no card from Nate. The last one in soft lavender, which she assumed would be from one of the church ladies, fluttered in front of her eyes…

Nate Roberts’s name filled the return address! Her heart pounded. She wanted to tear the lavender envelope open and read her treasure right then, but she had to force herself to wait so she could savor the moment in the privacy of her own room.

Now you want to know why I am writing a caveat about the angels. These all seem like harmless or actually wonderful things the angels did. Yes, and indeed, they were!…

And the angels were so helpful with the tired and hungry and helpless that we took in over the years. But I must forewarn you about Daisy. She can get…

“Gail!” Kathy hit the intercom button. “Can you come in here now? Please.” Kathy had turned the book over and flipped through it again by the time Gail came in…

Gail had that big-eyed little girl look. “Yes?”
Still looking for one more page, Kathy said, “Do you have another volume? It can’t just end in midsentence like this.”

Jenny’s head never left the palms of her hands. The occasional family would come and go. A child needed a quick emergency appendectomy, and his family soon traveled on into the recovery room area…

Next an emergency C-section went super quick, They were loud, happy people. She tried to be considerate and stayed to herself and prayed. She prayed for the sure hand of the neurosurgeon, the skill and concern of Will, and for Nate’s strength and internal fortitude…

Gabe had seen him through worse times than these. Right? “Oh, Gabe, take care of him. It’s not his time. It can’t be his time yet. Anna, Gabriella, help him. ”…

“Send the angels, fill Grady Hospital full of your angels, Lord. Fill the OR with surgical angels, cerebral angels, microsurgery angels. Give Doc all the help he needs. Make Will’s hands neurosurgery hands.”

“Doug, where are they? Angels wouldn’t forget a meeting, would they?”

“Thought you would never ask.” Doug pointed to the book on the coffee table. “Who would like to do the honors?”…

Larry wrapped a paranoid glance around himself. “You mean they are in the book?”

“Open it and see for yourself.” Doug pushed the book toward Larry…

“Okay, this might be fun.” He picked it up. And unlike Gail, he quickly flipped it wide open in the middle. The mild little swoosh that Gail’s tiny crack caused the first time fell short by a factor of ten…

“Trumpets blazed, and the crashing sound of many waters filled the room. Then, just as before, Obadiah and Mithpalel appeared to slip out of the book and tower above them as they sat in Doug’s living room. A little breeze blew through the room and lifted up the hair on Kathy’s neck.

She closed her eyes and wrapped her arms around herself. “The Holy Spirit is here. I can feel Him.”