I was protected by God's own "stealth bombers," heavenly angels more ready and effective and covert than any crafted machinery imaginable.
- Ann Giminez
I can get lost looking up at a starry sky; I once left dinner to burn on the stove when somebody said, “Have you seen the size of that moon out there tonight?”
This very morning I was late for work because I got caught up in the astronomical ceiling at Grand Central Station. Astronomical in both senses of the word. If you ask me, it’s worth a trip to New York just to see this majestic mural of the stars painted in gold leaf on a shade of cerulean blue I don’t think there’s a name for.
When I finally got a crick in my neck–and bumped into enough–I figured it was time to get to work. The first email I opened at my desk took me back to the heavens (I love this job!).
It seems Rebecca Spiller, a woman in the small fishing town of Brixham, England, took some photos of the night sky but didn’t notice what she’d captured in one until later: “It’s not been Photoshopped or altered in any way. You can see a face in the photograph. To me it’s like someone’s looking down on me and looking after me.”
She put the picture up on her Facebook page and got lots of shares. Naturally. It’s not every day a guardian angel shows herself in the heavens. But of course I’m always looking.
Photo credit: Herald Express
Colleen Hughes is the editor-in-chief of Angels on Earth. She's been at Guideposts for 20 plus years, and lives in a Hudson River town with her two daughters and two cats.