Dear soul escorted by angels Sara,
I see angels everywhere.
Especially now, while the world is worlding.
Not just the winged ones—But the ones in grocery store lines, in unexpected texts, in strangers who say the perfect thing at the perfect time.
I don't need anyone to believe in angels.I just feel them.
This one, I painted from memory.
Some people say, "I don't believe in angels."
I smile inwardly and think, That's alright. They still believe in you.
You don't have to name them or notice them.They still show up. Some wear boots. Some wear sorrow. Some carry tea. Some adjust the volume on your fear.
They speak the language of love fluently.
They don't need credit.They just need space.
And I believe they are all-ways arriving for assignments.
Since I live and love with the Angel of Love—my husband David—he'll probably be reading your stories right along with me. He delights in angel moments too, in the smallest sparks and the boldest miracles. I don't just think he's an angel—I often experience him that way. Or maybe we all are angels, when we remember.
And if you do believe in angels—
Maybe this is your invitation to call one closer.
Or to be one for someone else today.
💌 I'd love to hear about your angel moments, miracle moments, or unexpected blessings.
Have you ever received a kindness that felt like more than coincidence?
Has someone ever shown up just when you needed them most?
Or maybe you were the angel—without even realizing it.
Leave a comment or reply and share your angel story—seen or unseen, big or small.
I believe in the magic of what we share.
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