This story is not mine personally, but my mom’s. Since I wasn’t there, more like, I wasn’t actually alive at the time, my facts might not be 100% correct, but I’ll give it my best try. When my mom was expecting her first child, aka me, she was out shopping one day with her mom, my grandma. I’m not clear on how everything went down, but all I remember my mom telling me is that a petite young woman approached my mom, took her hands, and said to her, “you will give birth to a beautiful baby girl, and with her you will live a happy and fulfilled life.

May God’s angels guide her in all her ways.” She then walked away. My mom was so astonished that she simply stood there, and my grandma said exactly what my mom was thinking. “That was an angel.” However many months later, I was born, a bouncing baby girl. My Grandad, after hearing the story, idolized me as a gift from God, (I believe all healthy babies are a gift, he just took it to a new extreme!) and until he died, I was his everything.

He even bought me a little frame with a golden angel and the words, “for He shall give His angels charge over you, to keep you in all your ways.” I know it meant a lot to my mom as well, as she constantly reminds me of the story. From my own point of view, I feel an extra pressure to be a good person, a good daughter to my mom, and as good of a Christian as I know how to be. Life is full of miracles.