As promised from Part I of the Angel blog, below is an excerpt in the beginning of the chapter, Angel’s Wings. This part of our story took place in the early fall of 2006. Chris had been battling the cancer for a year already and we were planning our trip to a cancer center in Houston, Texas for another opinion on what we could do to keep fighting it.

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I truly believe that angels sometimes drift into one’s life unexpectedly and just as suddenly, disappear before having the chance to thank them. That is when you realize the significance of their presence – to share God’s love for you.

There was so much to do to prepare for our trip to Houston. When we found out the cost of the airline tickets, hotel, rental car, meals, and the co-pays for the office visits, we were beginning to feel the financial burden. Someone told us about Corporate Angel Network – an organization that arranges transportation for cancer patients and their caregivers to and from cancer centers at no charge. After taking our information, we qualified for their services and they would be able to fly us to Houston. Within a couple of hours, everything was taken care of for us.

“Your Father knows what you need even before you ask Him.” ~ Matthew 6:8

When we arrived at the airport, we were told that we would be flying in a Falcon 2000 airplane and two other people would be flying with us to Virginia and then we would go to Boston to transfer to another plane that would take us to Houston.

After we were taken to our seats, Chris winked at me, leaned his head back and closed his eyes.

“Are you doing okay?” I asked, wondering how he was feeling.

“I’m doing great,” he smiled. Relieved, I took a deep breath and started to relax. Chris pointed out a long, black limo pulling up near the plane and we saw an older gentleman who appeared to be in excellent physical shape easily climb out of the car.

“I can’t believe it, Steph. I think that man was one of the admirals I served under while I was in the Navy.”

We watched him walk next to a lady from the car to the plane. Chris leaned forward and whispered excitedly, “Yes, I’m almost positive that’s him.” We tried not to stare when they boarded the plane. I knew Chris would have loved to talk to him to find out, but we were asked to respect their space.

After take off, we were winding down and settling in for the reminder of the flight, the man and woman walked to the back of the plane.

“May we join you?” he asked and Chris excitedly answered yes. They sat on the couch across from us and we found out the gentleman was the admiral Chris served under during one of his tours. I noticed he sat up straighter during their conversation as they recalled some of the events that occurred. We also learned that the lady was a cancer survivor. She shared her story with us and encouraged Chris to keep fighting and not give up. She held my hand and told me to stay strong for my husband and advised me to take care of myself too. Chris told her how much we truly believed we would beat this.

“Yes,” she slowly responded, studying him, “I believe you will.”

We were interrupted by the pilot warning us that some slight turbulence was ahead, so they returned to their seats and buckled back in. With wide eyes and mouth agape, I looked at Chris who raised his hands, smiling.

“Only God,” he whispered.

After we landed in Virginia, the passengers shook our hands and wished us well.

When we arrived in Boston, we were greeted by the flight attendant who took us to another Falcon jet. We started to move to the back of the aircraft and she invited us to sit in the front, explaining we were the only passengers on the flight. We were so surprised that they were waiting for us. We were not the owners or the partners or members of a board, but they were helping us in our journey to fight cancer. After we took off, one of the pilots came back and spent some time with us. I leaned back on the headrest and watched my husband enjoy the conversation with him, learning as much as he could about the aircraft.

All the people behind the scenes and in both flights took the time to make sure we were taken care of and comfortable. I don’t know how any of this happened, but I believed God’s hand was in on it, holding us in His palm as we soared through the skies with His angels.


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I really don’t think I would’ve given another thought about angels had it not been for my mother’s unusual experience or the photograph she held dear to her heart all these years. Curiosity got the best of me and I did a lot of research about angels. Many people shared stories that were very strange and even unexplainable, but they all had one thing in common: they truly believed one of God’s angels was there with them.

Whether you had an encounter with a stranger who drifted in your life unexpectedly and then suddenly disappear after giving you a message of comfort or you had an experience that no one can explain, but you know someone was there with you – open your heart and eyes and believe God’s angels are among us, ready to be there in our time of need.

The golden moments in the stream of life rush past us and we see nothing but sand; the angels come to visit us, and we only know them when they are gone. ~George Elliot

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