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Who Is Your Guardian Angel?

~~ Psalm 91:11-14(NIV84) ~~  For he will command his angels concerning you to guard you in all your ways; they will lift you up in their hands, so that you will not strike your foot against a stone.  You will tread upon the lion and the cobra; you will trample the great lion and the serpent.  “Because he loves me,” says the LORD, “I will rescue him; I will protect him, for he acknowledges my name.



by Carley Cooper

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This is the second article in my series on Angels.  In my first post (Angels From Heaven) I talked about how some people in our lives are so special that we can only believe that they were sent to us by God.  We know that they are real people; human beings who live on this planet with us, but they have been such a key factor in helping us at some point, that our only conclusion is that God purposely placed this individual in our life at this moment.  There have been several, including my dogs, that I can look back and believe were my angels here on earth.

However, what about the traditional type of angels?  That is those we see we can’t see because they’re really celestial beings.  Most of us believe that we have at least one angel that is sent to protect us throughout our lives.  Of course, some of us need a whole team of angels to keep us from the constant mess that we seem to have a talent for getting into.  But, that’s a whole other blog!  The trouble is, as I mentioned, we can’t see our heavenly BFFs (for those who were either born yesterday or never went to high school, BFF means Best Friend Forever).  Imagine if we could look them in the eye every day.  Think about it; we’d never be lonely, there would always be someone to give you advice, and someone to bounce an idea off of before you blurt it, out only to wish you could take it back.  For the rest of  your life there would always be someone to laugh at you when you fell or messed up.  Plus, when you die your angel could stay behind for a day and wipe out your hard drive for you! 

How do you know, with any certainty that you haven’t seen your angel?  Just because we don’t see them every day, doesn’t mean that we have never seen them.  There are millions of stories from people who have seen or done things that cannot be explained by mere human logic.  One of these stories happened to one of my closest friends, Paul Duarte.  I’ve invited him to write his story to post here as a Worship Melodies Guest Author.  This is Paul’s true story! 

God loves each and every one of us.  In His eyes we are all celebrities.  That’s why we need our divine body guards; to protect us from the underworld’s paparazzi, or worse! 



Who is Your Guardian Angel?

by Paul Duarte

Psalm 23:4 (KJV) Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil: for thou art with me; thy rod and thy staff they comfort me.

Once upon a time, I was working in Toronto as a self employed courier and delivery man.   I had a small three ton truck and subbed work from another company in Ajax, Ontario - I was on call pretty much anytime during the day or night.  One day, on a cold and drizzly afternoon in February, I got a call sometime late afternoon to make a delivery to the small town of Bracebridge, an hour and a half north of the city.  The weather was miserable, the day was dark and gloomy.  It had been raining all day that day - so the ground and the roads were just a clear sheet of ice.

I did not fancy the thought of going out that afternoon at all, but I needed the money, so I went anyway.  I figured since I was driving a heavy vehicle, if I took it easy I would be fine.  At about forty five minutes into the trip, it was late afternoon and the dark started to close in.  You need to remember that in February in Ontario, it starts getting dark at 4:30 PM.  It started to drizzle and ice started to accumulate on the wipers.  Visibility was next to zero, but I pressed on just in case it would get worse later.  I did not want to get home in the middle of the night.

The bright city lights started to fade in my rear view mirror and I found myself in the country, no houses or buildings of any kind to be seen anywhere around me.  Things were going smoothly, until I hit a patch of ice on the road where the road maintenance crew had not passed by with the salt trucks yet.  I swerved to the right; I swerved to the left and no response.  The truck only came to a full stop when I came crushing into a ditch.  I took a walk around the truck and was relieved to see that there was no damage to the vehicle.  It was cold and with the wind chill, it must have been a good minus-twenty outside. 

I climbed back into the cab; I laid my hands on the wheel, rested my head between my hand and I started to pray.  “Father, I come to you in my hour of need.  You know the situation I am in.  I have no radio, if I let the truck run with the heater going, I will run out of gas and I have no money or credit card to refill and only You Father, knows where the closest station is.  I will surely die frozen before I am found.  If I turn off the truck to conserve fuel, the end result will be the same because I am low and I need that fuel to get back home.  So I am begging you Father, hear my prayer and make a miracle happen.”

I finished my prayer; I lay down on the seat and prepared myself for the worst.  Not more than fifteen minutes later, I heard a tractor with chains on, coming up the road.  

I thought to myself, “What the heck!  Where did this guy come from?  There were no farms, no roads and no driveways for mile.”

I thought nothing more of it.  I needed help and here was this frail old man, all bundled up, in a rickety old farm tractor offering to get me out.  I thought there is no way; this little tractor is going to pull out a three ton truck.  But he insisted that he could and proceeded to hook up the chains to the rear of my rig.

He said to me in a firm but rusty voice, “Get in, start the engine and put it in reverse slowly.”

I did as he requested and low and behold, that little tractor pulled me out without any effort what-so-ever.  I was dumb founded; I could not believe my eyes.

I said to the kindly old man, “look I am sorry but I don’t have any money on me, but what do I owe you anyway. I will send you some, I give you my word.”

The old guy replied, “I believe you would, but I don’t want any money.”

I said to him, “Well there must be something I can give you or do for you.”

He said, “There is something you can do for me.”

“What is that?” I replied.”

“Simply this!  Whenever you come across someone in distress like you were, stop and help them just as I helped you.” He said.

“Ok,” I said.

“Promise me,” he said.

“I promise.” I told him.

I wanted to get his number anyway, because somehow I wanted to repay him for his kindness.  So I asked him to wait while I got a pen and paper from the glove box.  I headed towards the cab and I heard him start up the tractor.   I got the pen quickly and came out to ask him to wait, but he and the tractor was gone.  Vanished into thin air!  I could see for quite a long distance up the road ahead of me, and behind me; he was nowhere in sight, and there were no side roads or driveways to turn into.  Where did the old man and his little tractor go?  I do not know.

I made my delivery and went home.  For two days, I could not think of nothing else, but the events of that night.   I cannot explain this story and some may think I was crazy and delusional from the cold.  Even though I prayed to God, I was not a Christian back then, nor did I believe in miracles.  But I tell you, from that day forth, I began to believe.



~~ Dear God ~~    thank you for all the blessings you bring before us, when we are too blind to see them.  Thank you for your words when you speak to us, even when we are too deaf to hear them and thank you for all the miracles you bring before us, even when we too busy and fail to recognize them.”  Amen



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OK, So the Story Goes Like This...

~~ 1 Chronicles 16:8-12 (NIV1984) ~~  Give thanks to the LORD, call on his name; make known among the nations what he has done.  Sing to him, sing praise to him; tell of all his wonderful acts.  Glory in his holy name; let the hearts of those who seek the LORD rejoice.  Look to the LORD and his strength; seek his face always.  Remember the wonders he has done, his miracles, and the judgments he pronounced,



by Carley Cooper

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Have you ever stopped long enough to look around and pay attention to how often you see it happening?  People are doing it in books, in the movies, at parties, at the office, on blogs, in the newspaper, magazines, on Facebook, Twitter, on the bus.  Some might even venture to say that you even see it on “reality TV”.  Of course, that last one depends on one’s definition of “reality”, but that’s another topic for another blog.  What am I talking about?  I’m talking about people telling their own stories.  They are true stories; talking about what happened at some point in the past in their lives.

Have you ever wondered why?  That is, why do people want so much to talk about their own lives; to relive and share the past?  It’s gone, over, done!  The credits have rolled and you can’t go back and change any scenes.  So, why talk about it so much?  Wouldn’t just accepting it and moving on from here make more sense?  Well, there are a list of reasons, and I’m sure this list is just a fraction of the complete list of reasons.  First, some people just feel the need to express themselves; whether it be pain, happiness, or just the need to clobber someone.  Others just like to talk about their favorite subject; ME!  Eh, well, not me, Carley; you know; themselves.  Others hope to gain something from sharing their story; fame, fortune, sex, material items, and the list goes on. 

From a Christian perspective does the picture change?  Does it become a different story?  Is it a good thing for Christians to be telling our stories?  After all; boasting, gossip and the like are sins.  James 4:16 (NIV1984) tells us "As it is, you boast and brag. All such boasting is evil".  We certainly don’t want to intentionally do that.  We also know that once we truly surrender all to God and allow Him to shape us, mold our hearts to be like that of Jesus, and to help the fruit of the Holy Spirit become who we are; then some awesome things will start happening in our lives.  Galatians 5:22-23 (NIV1984) "But the fruit of the Spirit is love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, gentleness and self-control. Against such things there is no law."  Once your heart truly belongs to Jesus you will start to see some supernatural things happening in your life; and at a rate that you could never hope to write them all down or share every incident.  There will be just way too many.  Sometimes Christians are afraid to share their stories because of fear of judgement from others.  Other times, Christians are afraid to lay everything down at the foot of the cross.  Thoughts of fear fill their minds about not having any input or control over their own lives if God is in the driver’s seat.  I mean “what if He wants me to do stuff that I don’t want to do?”.  Well Worshiper’s; guess what?  That’s a given.  Even though you may not be able to see it now, He will insist on you stepping out of your comfort zone.  But, in the end you will be blessed and thankful for it. 

This kind of supernatural activity can only happen because of the sacrifice that Jesus made when He willingly died for us on the cross.  Once you let Him in to your heart and life, you are allowing Him to do His best miracles that He has in store for you.  Until then, you won’t see the miracles, blessings, or supernatural events.  The Word won’t be as clear in your mind.  2 Corinthians 3:16 (AMP) tells us “But whenever a person turns [in repentance] to the Lord, the veil is stripped off and taken away”. 

This event of Jesus dying for us is the single most amazing and wondrous thing that has ever happened in history; or ever will happen.  Nothing else even comes close.  For that matter, everything else combined still doesn’t come close.  The story of Jesus deserves to be told to every single person on earth.  God wants us to tell our stories because  it is evidence of His amazing love for us, and what He has done for us.  He wants our stories to be told and remembered.  Psalm 111:4 (ESV) says “He has caused his wondrous works to be remembered; the LORD is gracious and merciful.”.  It is our responsibility to tell our stories to others. 

So, is it scary sometimes?  Absolutely!  As a matter of fact we are even warned about who we share with.  Matthew 7:6 (NIV1984) “Do not give dogs what is sacred; do not throw your pearls to pigs.  If you do, they may trample them under their feet, and then turn and tear you to pieces".  I think “dogs” is a adjective to describe not only non-Christian’s, but also Christian’s who do not have a true relationship with Christ.  Those that don’t stop to pay attention, or have some fear of preventing them from allowing or believing in God’s miracles in our daily lives.  The best course of action, when in doubt, is to use your common sense and to listen very closely for God’s voice in your heart leading you.  We are meant to plant a seed.  If there can be any growing inside, it’s up to Jesus to do the watering.  We are not meant to stick around and put ourselves in a situation that could cause temptation, risk our salvation or our safety.

I have started writing a book about my life.  To be completely honest, it is very unnerving for me to be that open to the world; so that all is exposed.  Will I get judgement from others?  Absolutely.  I fully expect it.  It is also possible that there will be people that I love that will walk out of my life.  However, I know that He will be with me every step of the way.  Psalm23:4 (NIV84) says “Even though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil, for you are with me; your rod and your staff, they comfort me.”  My story shows how much God loves me.  He loves me enough to go through a lot of trouble to shape me and teach me.  He loves me enough to send His Son to die for me!  My story is just one small example that displays how awesome God can be for each one of us.  So I will tell it, and I won’t be ashamed.  Psalm119:46 (NIV1984) says “I will speak of your statutes before kings and will not be put to shame”.

Next time you hear someone telling their story, stop and listen... really listen for the true message.  There are as many different ways for you to tell your story as there are people that have stories to tell.  You could write book, a blog or a poem; make a video or go on TV, chat on social networking, make a photo journal, stand on the roof of the tallest building in town and shout, or simply alone with a friend who really needs to hear the lesson you have to teach.  How are you going to tell your story?  You really do have a story worth telling, and there are people waiting to hear it.



~~ Dear God ~~ Thank you the journey you have taken me on, and for giving me a story that shows Your awesome love and mercy.  Please help me tell my story in a way that will touch people’s hearts.  Open their eyes, ears and heart so that  they will see Your peace within me, say “I want what she has”.  Please protect me from the “dogs”, and surround me with people that will love me no matter what my story has to say.  In Jesus name, AMEN.