Posting stuff on the Internet is always fun. My sister was going crazy trying to change her Facebook profile photo on her smartphone, and I was trying to help her by looking mine up on my computer and changing it. She finally discovered she was just working with a slow change, and because she tried several times, her photo was updated the same amount of times. I was trying to start a new page on this site, and post an item on it, and boy, was it fun. Hope it has finally settled the way I want.
I am now working on book 3, “Give Me A.I.D.! (Angelic Intervention Department). Some people think of angels as sweet, warm, huggable beings who brighten the lives of everybody they come across. No, not me. Even as a child, I found the angel with the flaming sword at the gates of Eden, Jacob’s wrestling opponent, and various others of their aggressive type more fascinating, and God has given me several stories about several like them that I am dying to get written. Fighting the good fight against evil is one of my special interests, and more will be coming down the line about that.
Do I believe in angels myself? I not only believe, I’ve met my guardian angel several times. He always has the same physical type, although not the same body, and always shows up exactly when I need him the most, when no human is around to help. Once when I was broken down in the middle of nowhere, he got my vehicle running and me back to town before vanishing. Another time he got me out of my car after it was in a head on wreck, the door was jammed and me choking on fumes inside. He pulled me out, leaned me against my car, and vanished before I finished blinking smoke out of my eyes. Another time a friend of mine was present, but neither of us could change a damaged tire and dark was coming on with miles to the next house and it was long before cell phones. He showed up as a little white haired gnome of a man half both our sizes who removed the damaged tire without even tugging and replaced it without pause.
Another time he took the form of a man I actually knew already, but I could tell he was not the same man. He dealt with a little boy who had cold evil showing in his eyes as he tried to kill another smaller child. After his private interview with him, the little boy seemed like a normal child again, and the elderly man went back to the gruff old man I was used to. Don’t think that was an angel? You weren’t there. It was like some people who can tell identical twins apart. They may look identical, but some people have no trouble knowing which is which.
I have written about angels in my first two books, but these will be different, not least of which is because the stories are all set in the present day. Angels are found in grimy city streets, suburban parks, a neighborhood bar and grill, and a small rural town. But they all work for the same boss, in the Angelic Intervention Department. Desperate for help no human can give? Call for A.I.D.!