I have always disliked certain clichés; they seem to me to reduce the human experience. “What doesn’t kill you makes you stronger” is my least favorite, because honestly aren’t I strong enough God? Apparently not. My spiritual muscles were flexed once again, and yes I am now stronger than I was two months ago, but I still need the divine help of Angels.

Back at work in the world of hospice I find that my compassion has deepened, not that I wasn’t compassionate before, but my empathy has developed to a new level.  I speak of Angels coming for loved ones, that no one dies alone, that God truly does have a divine plan and that we are LOVED. These words flow feely off my lips without preaching, with only the intention of bringing comfort, to ease the pain, to rekindle the Hope that flickers in times of darkness, to touch the tender heart of the bereaved, to offer a breath of air when someone resurfaces from the turmoil of their circumstances. But I do not do this alone, I pray each morning for the Angels to accompany me in my work, I invite them into my life.  This is not work to be done alone; it is a collaborative effort of human heart and Angelic compassion. I know I must ASK for help because the ANGELS are always available, but only if asked will they intercede. No task is beneath them, as often I ask for specific qualities in my Angelic companions, a pain management Angel, a bereavement specialist, even an enema Angel! When I need help, I ask.

The Angels are ever available; I have read in Lorna Byrne’s works that there are even Unemployed Angels just waiting to help! How wonderful that there is such an abundance of Angels that every one of us can be divinely helped as long as we make the request!