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How to Know When Angels Walk Among Us
"Who is that?" I asked my husband as we took a walk while the light snow fell quietly upon us. "I don't know" he replied back...
A man had seemed to appear out of nowhere and was heading down the road just ahead of us making tracks as he went.
My husband and I looked carefully at the man, a little bit puzzled as we watched the dark figure in our neighborhood walk briskly on the side of the road about 50 feet ahead of us. He was wearing a nice, long coat, gloves and a hat. He was alone and appeared to have just come from the church just up the hill.
Christmas Eve service had just let out and many people were walking to their nearby cars, yet this man was headed down the road in the opposite direction, and where there were no cars parked. I began to assume that it could only be John, our single neighbor, since there were no houses in that direction but his.
I asked my husband to walk a little slower as we approached our driveway so that we could see where this man was going. The man was still walking at a brisk pace so we figured any minute he would turn into the driveway just up ahead.
My husband quickly stopped to take a picture with his cell phone of a wreath hanging on a pole just in case the man noticed that we were watching him. As soon as my husband snapped the picture, he showed it to me. I briefly took my eyes off of the stranger to see how the photo came out. When I looked up again, the stranger was gone.
I didn't think he could have made it to the driveway that was still several feet ahead of him, so I assumed it had to be John and that he must have chosen to jump over the snowbank instead and onto his snowcovered sidewalk so that he could quickly enter the front door of his home instead.
Where Did the Stranger Go?
'Where did he go?' I asked. 'He just disappeared' I said to my husband.
My husband and I were so curious as to where the stranger actually went that we decided to follow the footprints he made in the snow. We quickly followed the prints before the snow filled them in. We even ran a bit assuming that we would see that they turned at John's sidewalk. Once we reached it though, the prints stopped.
As we looked around trying to see prints on John's sidewalk and in the snowbank we could only see perfectly fallen and undisturbed snow. We began looking into the street for some sign of a person walking to a vehicle that we thought we might have missed, we saw nothing. The tracks just stopped in mid-stride.
I looked at my husband as he looked back at me, "An angel?" I asked him. "I don't know" was his reply.
We continued to look for any sign of the man having gone further than where the tracks had stopped. I looked up the hill toward the church. I instantly knew. He was an angel and he came from the church. He was there comforting someone that needed his help. I suddenly could feel it deep in my heart and knew as I looked down again at the abrupt ending of the tracks in the snow.