For as long as I can remember, my husband has always carried a small rock in his pocket.  When asked why, he said it was to remind him that God is His rock and salvation.  What a great way to imbed an idea into your brain.  It isn’t a lucky charm, but a simple symbol of what God means to him.

I feel like I have an angel in my pocket.  I’ve lived with this angel since I was born.  I don’t know what she/he looks like, but I’d bet this angel is pretty worn out by now.  My angel has seen me through some life and death situations – like being held at gunpoint as my workplace was robbed.  I also know this angel was present as I went into shock after surgery and my blood pressure plummeted.  I felt the angel’s presence when the stick shift of my Jeep came out in my hand as I downshifted.  I physically put the stick back in place, but the angel saw to it that it continued to work.

There are so many events in life, which we simply cannot explain.  Those times that we refer to as acts of God or miracles.  Sometimes we feel we’ve been shortchanged, because we don’t experience miracles, but perhaps that’s because we aren’t looking for them.

Miracles happen every day.  You can see them in the birth of a child or the peaceful death of someone who has succumbed to a long, painful illness.  Miracles occur when a child takes his first steps – when someone loves you so much they’d do the impossible for you – when you ace a test that you’ve not studied for.  Well maybe that last one is more of a miracle than we think it is.

Miracles can be life changing.  They can cause us to believe in something greater than ourselves.  Even an atheist would have to agree that there are things in this life that cannot be explained scientifically.

God talks about angels dwelling among us in Hebrews 13:2 “Do not neglect to show hospitality to strangers, for thereby some have entertained angels unawares.”  We may not recognize them right away, but they have been placed in our lives for a purpose.  I recall going through a difficult time financially.  We’d lost everything, including our home.  We were at the end of our rope and even thought we might be one of those homeless folks you see with a cardboard sign asking for help.

At just the right moment, a friend came to our rescue by offering to sell us a rental property on a land contract.  God blessed us through this “man” and gave us a second chance.  The fellow went to heaven at a very young age, having died in a plane crash.

I could go on and on about the many miracles and angel incidents in my life, but I think you get the picture.  Maybe I don’t carry an angel or a rock in my pocket, but I am assured that my Savior is walking beside me through this journey and will carry me home to heaven one day.  That’s a real miracle!


As I reach the end of my years, I find I have a lot of good information stored up in this old decrepit mind of mine. If I don't write it all down, it may vanish and no one will have the advantage of my thoughts. This is why this blog exists. I love the Lord, Jesus with all my heart and soul. I know I'm undeserving of all He's done for me, but I also know that His love is beyond my comprehension. I've always wanted to write. I never kept diaries, but tucked my thoughts in my head for future reference. I use them now in creating stories, plays, poetry and my blog. I continue to learn every day. I believe the compilation of our time spent with God will have huge affect on the way we live. I know I'm a sinner and I need a Savior. I have One through Jesus, Christ. My book, "Stages - a memoir," is about the seven stages of life from the perspective of a woman. It addresses all the things girls and women go through in life as they travel it with Jesus, and it is available on
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9 Responses to ANGEL IN MY POCKET

  1. I love the God is my rock idea! what a great reminder throughout the day that is….and yes an Angel in your pocket is a wonderful thing indeed.

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  2. I need to go outside and fill up my pockets!

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  3. Thank You God for sending those angels at the exact moment we need them.

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  4. Oh, Kathy, I love this. I was thinking about angels just today. I don’t often think about them, but the part of my memoir I was writing today involved a story my dad told me, many years ago, about angels.

    I also like the reason your husband carries a rock in his pocket. It reminds me of a gospel song I wrote that begins with the lines: “He is the Rock of my foundation, He is the joy of my salvation, makes me want to shout hallelujah to the Lord…. I was lost but now I’m found, I’m a new creation and I’m heaven bound, makes me want to shout hallelujah to the Lord!”

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    • says:

      Thanks, Lynda, for such encouraging words once more. My angel, as I’m sure is yours, has been through the mill with me. I know he exists, because none of the tough things in my life would’ve been bearable without his guardian care. God knew from the beginning of my existence that I’d need extra attention and he provided it. He also gave me a wonderful husband who has taught me so much about faith and God. Hallelujah!

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