Invisible Angelic Protection

From the bedroom window she saw them, standing shoulder to shoulder around the house.

By Amanda Proctor*

As appeared in

Let me say at the outset that Carl is getting professional help at a domestic-violence treatment center. Since I do not want to hurt his chances of recovery, I have changed names and locations to camouflage his identity. Otherwise I am putting down exactly what happened on the night of May 10, 1994.

Carl Broderick and his wife, Marie, were my landlords and next-door neighbors just outside Lubbock, Texas. We shared a driveway, but that's about all we had in common. I drove a 1987 Plymouth Voyager; Carl drove a brand-new Bronco and his wife a silver Cadillac. Their house was large; mine was small. They liked cats and I had a dog, a big German shepherd mix named—more hopefully than accurately—Saint.

With so little to draw us together, it came as a surprise that Marie and I hit it off from the moment I moved into their tenant house. Marie helped me unpack, arrange the furniture in the three-room bungalow, and repair a fence around the property to keep Saint off the highway. She also helped me take down the plywood panels the previous renters had used to block most of the windows.

"Why was the house all boarded up?" I asked.

"There goes my phone," Marie said, hurrying off. But her phone hadn't rung. Later I wondered if the tenants had boarded up the house because they were afraid of Carl.

I was in my kitchen about seven months after moving in when I heard Carl shouting angrily. Then silence, followed by more shouts. A few minutes later Marie came running across the driveway, her long, graying hair loosened from its combs.

"We had a little argument," she said. She looked as though she'd been crying. I asked if Carl had hit her. "Of course not," she said. I wasn't so sure.

Paul Bailey and Matthew Nelson were Marie's childhood friends and both were worried about her husband's behavior too—and her safety. Paul, who lived just up the road, was a bantam-size, take-charge guy who wore a diamond earring in his left ear. Matthew, who lived with his wife in Lubbock, was a gentle, heavyset, long-haul truck driver. I liked both men, even if Saint didn't.

Saint's grudge was with Matthew. Unaccountably, the big guy was afraid of dogs, and dogs can sense attitudes. Anytime Matthew came near our property, the hair on Saint's neck rose and he went into a barking frenzy. It was his "Matthew bark"—not the joyful greeting he gave most people, but a low half-bark, half-growl.

On May 10, 1994, around 8:00 p.m.—maybe three weeks after the shouting episode—I was driving home from my job as a medical technician in Lubbock when I was startled to see Marie running down the highway through the semidark toward me. I pulled over and Marie scrambled in. Her blouse was torn, her hair disheveled, and there was blood on her face and hands.

"Carl's gone crazy!" she sobbed. "He beat me up and smashed the Cadillac!"

The story tumbled out: Carl was drinking and taking drugs again. When Marie reproached him, he began to push her around. Marie ran outside and got into her Cadillac. Carl came after her. He jerked open the car door, grabbed her by the hair, threw her on the ground, jumped into the car and drove it through the side of the garage.

While he struggled to get the dented car door open, Marie ran out to the road. Crouching in the drainage ditch, she'd seen Carl's Bronco roar out of the driveway and turn west.

I wanted to go straight to the police but Marie didn't want "to get the whole world involved." Instead, she asked me to drive her home; before Carl got back she'd pack a bag and find a safe place to stay.

Reluctantly, keeping a wary eye out for Carl, I turned into our drive. I could see the rear bumper of the silver Cadillac protruding from the splintered wall of the garage. Marie ran into her house. When she came out carrying an overnight bag, she told me she'd reached Matthew's wife, who had invited her to stay with them. The minute Matthew got home, his wife said, she'd send him over.

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Yes Angels are very real just Like Jesus is REAL Amen
Glory to GOD in the Highest

I'm reading this for a second time, and all I can say is glory be to GOD in highest!!!

God is so good to us

God's Angels absolutely exist and protect us and make us invisible to keep us from harm. They also speak to us, every day, all day long. From the smallest vibrating noise to the sound of tires on pavement, you can find the voice of an angel giving you a message.

Blessings and love always from Angels. . .
~ Mia

I too, believe in angels. Have I ever seen one, no. But, that does not mean they don't exist. I have felt a strong presence giving me assurance not to be afraid in certain situations. I have felt guided to a place of safety, when afraid. When we call on the Lord for protection, do you think He ignores us. Never. The Bible tells us we are loved, perfectly, so how can we doubt Him.

Open the eyes of my heart, Lord. Thank you for sharing! Your story is true. My faith is ever new.

i was about 5 years old when i stayed at a friend's house from school. i went from school as i didn't know were she lived. her dad came home drunk and threw me out. i didn't know where i was so i picked out a bright star and followed it. the next day my mother asked how i found my way home? i told her i followed a star. i had gone through one of the worse parts of Chicago. My brother said, everyone at school
asked him who the two big men were that were behind me. I guess they were angels. sept.1941.

Thanks for this amazing story and comments. Confirms Psalm 91 v.11-12 - what an awesome God we have. Just keep on trusting.

My husband had rough time with prostate cancer, which is in remission. You think that would bring him closer to God, but it hasn't. I know God was there helping the Doctors, but the rest of his healing is up to him. To thank GOD an help himself. I've tried to help him realize our God is awesome. I get to publications GUIDEPOSTS AN ANGELS ON EARTH won't read [use to} says they aren't address to him, so i had them change label to read Jon an Judy still don't read. HE needs help but he won't go to someone who can help. GOD

Judy, I'll pray for you and for your husband- My father is the same way- he also had prostrate cancer that is in remission now. You can't reason with the unreasonable. Only the Holy Spirit will be able to get through to him. Our preaching (unless clearly led by the Holy Spirit using us directly) will only encourage him to turn even further away from God. Surrender him to God because, really there is no other Person who can reach him at this point, other than Christ.

I KNOW there are angels. I am 49 years old. Became a single mom at 17. Was on my own since then. Finished school, worked full time. Then went to college in the evening. Lived out of my car for a year. GOD ALWAYS provided and protected me and my daughter! Then me, my daughter and my son. Once again a single mom. Knowing and trusting in HIM, I never feared going out at night to work, school, or whatever I needed to do for survival. To this day I know that without HIS protection, many bad things could have happened to me and my kids and now my kids are grown up and are doing well. Thank you GOD for your love and protection. May you do the same for the entire world!!

lets praise him every minute of the day.thanks for sharing.

really liked hearing this story of angels and knowing Carl is getting help. had danger coming hear my house one night when I was alone....when I went to get up to check it out...a hand gently pushed me back down and said it's okay....I was instantly in a vision because of the way my room was set up, a vision is the only way I could see this....outside my window I could see a huge warrior angel standing at a post, my porch goes around the house and I knew there were angels all around my house. I went back to sleep, but have often wondered what the evil that wanted to cause harm...saw and thought when he saw those angels. I suspect he couldn't run fast enough.

Goosebumps! What an awesome Father we have!

~This was the first time I had ever read this special submission on Angels.
Thank you so much for posting. I have felt those Angels protecting myself and my sons for years. My youngest is now 18 and will be entering a new journey in his life. I am very proud of both our sons. My husband was arrested for DV many years ago and went through a mandatory counseling program.
Even though he doesn't hit me anymore, he is still a very angry man. I have been praying for him and will continue. I have many decisions to make.
Just wanted to share a little. Thank you for this beautiful submission.
Yes! They are real, and have protected my sons as well.

I would like to subscribe to your magazine.

God Bless you,

Our God is an awesome God and I know he sends angels to protect us from danger!

Glory & Praise to our great God and I believe He sends His angels to comfort & protect us. Thank you for sharing this beautiful example of our God taking care of us.

Praise God from Whom all blessings flow!

God sent this beautiful reassure just for me today.I have a muscular disorder that keeps me pretty well home bound.But this story shows me again that with his angels are always there.What beautiful Peace and reassurance.

Thank You

I believe,! GOD is an awesome GOD and he's deserves the highest praise. Thanks for telling this story, oh what a blessing!

This is an awesome story & I really do believe God sends his angels to protect & keep us. Thank you for reminding us.
Joyce

God is Good I Luv u God!!!