My Airport Angel

May 12, 2015 — 9 Comments

Quito, Ecuador


“The angel (I don’t know what else to call her) said that life is an endless cycle of improvements and that humans are not perfect yet. She said that most people have this secret revealed to them when they die, but that handicapped children often know this and endure their problems without complaining because they know that their burdens will pass. Some of these children, she said, have even been given the challenge of teaching the rest of us how to love.” – Dr. Frank Oski

Hey Lovers,

I just finished this really interesting article titled, “Are Angels For Real?” and it made me think of an angel encounter I had. I’ve had many, like at least a dozen since childhood. But for some reason this particular angel story came to mind so I thought I’d share it with you. My husband dropped me off at LAX to catch an international flight to Ecuador. I was supposed to meet my friend Miranda for a missions trip, and it was my first time flying to South America or alone on an international flight. I had Clarence drop me off at the United gate because that’s what it said on my itinerary, but I had this strange feeling in my gut as I waved goodbye. When I got to the front counter, the associate couldn’t find my information. Then after a few attempts she told me, “Oh, do you see this tiny print? It says that your flight is operated by TACA International and that is on the opposite side of the airport.” I don’t know if you have ever been to LAX, but the opposite side is not exactly walking distance.

I panicked. I tried not to, but I did. I called on my track and field muscle memory and took off running to the other side of the airport. I took the “short cut” through the parking lot, and after a solid 10 minute run, drenched in sweat, I made it to the TACA gate. The woman greeted me with a smile and asked, “Do you have any bags to check in?” And suddenly I realized that in my moment of panic I left my bag at the United ticket counter.

What. the.!!!!

She told me that I had a 10 minute window to be back with my bag because for this international flight I had to check in 2 hours prior. Are you kidding me? There was no way I could be there and back and there wasn’t a shuttle service on hand that could assist me. I had no choice but to run all the way back through the parking lot, in sweat and tears none the less, and try to make this impossible time frame. I remember stopping halfway and something within me knew to cry out. I literally cried out, “I CAN’T DO THIS ON MY OWN GOD!!! I NEED HELP!” No more than 5 seconds after I cried out with tears streaming down my face, I got a call on my cellphone. It was the woman at the original United counter and she said that she had my bag and decided to try my number even though the call didn’t go through the first 3 times. I told her my situation and she told me to run back to the TACA gate because a cop just appeared and said he could bring it to me.

As I ran back to the TACA gate I knew that something was up. An unmarked white SUV pulled up to the TACA curb and an incredibly tall cop got out of the vehicle with my suitcase. His eyes were like fire, they were so clear and bright and he had the kindest smile. He handed me my luggage and asked, “How did this happen?” I quickly told him and he smiled again and said, “Well, run….”.

So I did. I ran up the escalator with my suitcase and made it to the the TACA line exactly at the 2 hour mark.

After I checked in and pieced everything together I kept going back to the cop’s eyes and smile. I’d seen those eyes several times before, through other strange encounters. When I made it to Ecuador I told Miranda what happened and she said that she and her husband immediately thought it was an angel. I think it was too.

Have you ever had an angel encounter? I’d love to read about it below.


9 responses to My Airport Angel


    I so remember that! I’m so thankful God sends angels as ministering spirits to help us in time of need! ❤

    Kristie Bryson May 12, 2015 at 11:39 am

    i haven’t experienced an Angel encounter via through another person, but sure would love to have one. I think I would know if and when it happens though. I do think
    I have someone watching over me though. Sunday I had a hurtful experience only to have something happen to make up for it. I also chalk that up to learning how to trust god though. So whether an angel or the lord I know it’s out there !

    I also have sense about things, That little voice that says this is good or this is not good, and instinct I guess. I don’t know that it is instinct though, I think it’s a signal from god. You know something as simple as don’t turn down this street go the next, I get that a lot.

    An Angel – Yes an Angel would be awesome!!!!!


    Hey Love,

    Yes! I love hearing about encounters with the supernatural. I remember a particular time in high school, I was in our van with my mom heading back from an out of town tournament and began to see a constant,glittering orb of light in my peripheral vision. I told my mom and kept asking if she could see it. At first glance, she could not. Suddenly, the whole van was consumed with these beautiful orbs of light and my mother began exclaiming she could see them too. From time to time, I am still graced by these unknown energies and am reminded of his enduring love.

    Stay cool.

    Jeanetta Hoover


    wonderful story….i hope you have many more encounters!


    Thank you so much Marianne. I’d love to have more encounters :).

    Edie Cornelius June 3, 2015 at 8:42 pm

    In 1995 my Papa (Grandpa) was very sick and in the hospital in another state. My family was going to make the drive to be there with him, but the night before I prayed to God to let me talk to him. I told my Papa that he needed to be strong and fight to live. I told him I knew he could do it. I was also very sick myself at the time, more sick than I have ever been before or since but I couldn’t afford to go to the doctor. Looking back I wouldn’t be surprised if I had walking pneumonia. I was so sick, crying, nose running, and unable to breath, praying for my Papa. I was lying in bed on my side and my hair fell across my face. I felt so bad physically and emotionally, I didn’t even care enough to push it off. But it was brushed off my face anyway. I felt a presence and it brushed my hair out of my face. I don’t know if it was an Angel or the spirit of my Papa but it told me it was okay. I was going to be okay and so was everything else. It was okay to let go. It was a very soothing, loving presence. My Papa died the next day. It was fine though, I knew he wasn’t in pain anymore. I‘m not one to go around telling people this happened to me and nothing like that has happened to me since but I have no doubt that angels or something like them comes to us in our most desperate hour of need. I hope I don’t feel that lonely and helpless again but if I do, I hope something or someone will be there to brush the hair out of my face.


    That’s so beautiful Edie. I’ve heard others share stories of feeling the presence of angels when they are dealing with a loved one towards death. Thank you for sharing :).

    Mary Macauley June 8, 2015 at 6:19 am

    Lezlie, I have always believed in the angels watching over me, throughout my life, remind me to share my many stories with you when next we meet; they are too long to write about. Other than to say that when I attended the International Year of Women’s Conference in Nairobi, Kenya in 1985, I felt the presence of my Guardian Angel’s in every country I traveled into from Kenya through Nigeria and Sierra Leon..

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