Angels at the bedside

"God loves you, Mommy."

As the sweet, happy voice spoke these tender words, a tiny hand gently patted my arm. Then this spontaneous toddler was back at play, and I was left with a company of angels—touching thoughts from God, divine Love. As I gladly welcomed and entertained these holy thoughts, they so warmed my heart and elevated my thinking that the feelings of sickness that had kept me in bed that morning simply vanished. I was well. I got right out of bed and went about an active day—still accompanied by angels.

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