I read an article about ways we can feel the presence of angels. The author suggests the subtle ways that we can be reminded of God's loving presence, through feathers, a book title, or the quiet voice inside our head. 

 

A female cardinal perched in the bush outside my window this week. For my siblings and I that is a sure sign of our mother.  

 

One of the ways I feel Dad's presence is through music. If a specific song keeps running through my head, I listen to the words with more attention. It is often a message that gives me comfort, or trust. I like that he can still serenade me.

 

Some people find pennies in obscure places. Plus they bring with them a cache of hope that outweighs a bit of copper. 

 

When I was sixteen I was walking out of the camp dining hall and heard a voice speak to me. 

 

"You are going to marry John Odhner." I whipped around to see who would dare say such a thing, but no one was there. I dismissed it as ridiculous.

 

Six years later John and I were married in bare feet, outside on a grassy knoll, while our friends sang a round John had written. There was a pair of butterflies that fluttered ahead of us as we walked toward the stone alter. To us it was a sign of the presence of angels leading us. 

 

I cherish the presence of reassurances that we are protected.