Angel Anecdotes

When terrible events occur like the tragedy in Newtown, Conn., our faith in a loving Divine Source can get seriously shaken. I’m not going to even begin pondering the Big Questions. Instead, through the holidays I thought I would share some  Angel Anecdotes. I don’t have the Whole Picture, but I’ve had enough experiences to know we’re not alone.

My daughter, Cary, keeps her Guardian Angels on their toes. Her name means Strong Woman. She announced by age eight that she was going to be a missionary and is living out her destiny. She’s traveled to Nicaragua, India, Nepal, China, Fiji and Cambodia, with intrepid courage. Whether she’s in a small plane edging over the Himalayas or a rickety bus in Angkor Wat, her Mother is praying her through.


No mother is perfect, and neither was I, as these stories clearly reveal:

Incident #1: At 18 months old Cary was already a fearless explorer. Our Oklahoma rent house back yard had a beautiful bush with poisonous, red berries.  I’d set up a barrier around the bush to be on the safe side. Cary and I were enjoying a little sunshine. I settled on a chaise lounge; she played nearby. You know how it goes–warm sun shine, soft breeze. My eyes grew drowsy…I wasn’t asleep, but I was heading that direction when I clearly heard–SHE’S ABOUT TO EAT A BERRY.

I sat up in time to see her a few feet away reaching under the make-shift fence for one of those irresistible berries. “No!” I yelled. She sat back and blinked at me, all innocent brown eyes.

Incident #2: At three years old, Cary could paddle around a pool quite well in an inner-tube. My parents’ back yard was our second summer home with its big pool. On this particular day, my friend, Sue, and her two children joined my two girls and me for a play date and lunch. We’d finished eating and were cleaning up. The kids played under the patio. I carried dirty dishes back into the house, turning my back on Sue and the kids. Sue picked up the used napkins and turned her back from the pool for a minute to throw them in the trash can.

That’s when Cary decided it was time to get back in the pool. She picked up her inner tube and placed it over her head, not thinking to stick her arms through the hole also. I had just closed the sliding screen behind me and entered the house when I heard–SHE’S GETTING IN THE POOL.

I turned around just in time to see her head disappear under the swim ring as she walked off the bottom shallow end step. I threw the dishes down, whipped open the screen, dashed across the concrete and jumped in the water. I doubt Cary was under water more than 10 seconds.

Sue and I were horrified that we’d both diverted our attention from the children at the same time. Good thing the Angel was still on watch!

I’m not generally a clairaudient intuitive (hearing messages)–but I guess when a situation is critical enough, a non-physical entity can give a shout-out. Or maybe being a Mother gave me an extra portion of ESP. I don’t know all the forces that came into play, but I am grateful I heard the messages and averted serious consequences to my momentary lapses of attention.

Thank God the Angels are out there. I obviously need all the help I can get! More anecdotes soon…Feel free to share yours.

Enjoy your weekend and hug your kids–

Dana Taylor


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5 comments on “Angel Anecdotes

  1. When my uncle was killed in a single vehicle crash coming home from a friend’s retirement party, it left my mother (it was her brother) wondering just a bit about how it could have happened as there were no witnesses when he left the road and hit the tree.

    Driving her home from taking care of paperwork at his employer, on the same road, I suddenly heard a loud “SWERVE NOW”. Turned the wheel quick and pulled into a driveway that was empty, slamming on the brakes. I also instinctively threw out my arm to brace my mum.

    A car sped around the curve in the opposite direction and was 50% in my lane. My mum said, as we sat there calming down and thankful we were safe that as I hit my brakes and began swerving, she very clearly heard my uncle yell her name.

    We both believe that we not only were protected by guardian angels and his spirit but that the answer to how he wrecked was shown also.

  2. Hi Mary–That story gives me chills. I’m seeing more and more that family members continue to interact with us, even when they are no longer physical. Thanks for sharing! Dana

  3. Mine is also a car story. Last year, this 23 year old kid lost control of his dad’s Audi slammed into me at 50 mph (I was almost stopped at the light). He was going so fast that he ended up in a parking lot on the other side of the road. I am lucky to be alive. Needless to say, my car was totaled.

    Five minutes BEFORE this kid hit me, my mom calls me, very upset. She said, “I had a terrible feeling you were in an accident!” I just rolled my eyes and said “Oh brother, I’m fine! Don’t worry”. She felt better so she hung up. My mom told me later that my dad then told her to stop believing in that supernatural nonsense.

    Well, needless to say, after having her predict my accident right before it happened, I told my mom I will never doubt her again. Well, I might still doubt her, but I will definitely give these predictions more of a chance. Hehe.

    • Hi–I’m pretty sure you have a team of angels working on your side. As for listening to your Mom–sometimes we get those Special Messages–so heed us!

      I’m sure your niece is keeping her angels busy also!

      Take care– Dana

  4. Dana, you are a great mom! When I babysit my little niece, I dread the day when, not if, something goes wrong. She’s already a handful and she just started walking not too long ago. She also ripped of all the childproofing off the edges of the tv stand, and started roaming by herself throughout my mom’s house. Can boys be far behind? Sigh.

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