My son Rick was murdered some time ago and as a mother it was difficult to leave California and move to Texas after retiring. I used to visit his grave all the time. My other son decided to stay in California.

In Texas my husband and I did not know anyone and we happened to move to a new subdivision in the hill country. It is beautiful here, but I was very very depressed after the move. There were only two houses built at the time and the mail boxes.

Angel At The Bus Stop

This story is possibly fictional but is still a great inspiration -- a "modern day" parable that restores one's faith in God's love.

There was still a steady rain when Amee trudged into the shelter at the bus stop that evening. Sitting heavily on the bench, she stared at a muddy gutter, and wondered when things would ever change. So much had been wrong; she felt she was slowly being crushed inside. The physical therapy after the auto accident was only supposed to be for a couple weeks.

Sometimes it is a gentle voice -- and sometimes it screams for our attention, but if we listen, truly listen, we will hear the voice of God in our hearts, or His holy angels speaking to our minds, warning us, comforting us, instructing us. Have you experienced the voice of an angel warning you of impending danger? Connie Bowen, artist and writer, did. She tells her story here.

Some people believe they sense the presence of angels because they leave the subtle fragrance of flowers. This story is about a woman who believes the guardian angel who saved her left a strong sweet fragrance in his wake. What do you think?