“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
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.
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.