The angel card I chose (or shall I say chose me) while in prayer on New Year’s Day was Divine Guidance. It read “Something significant and profoundly meaningful would awaken me to the reality of the Divine in my life and I would encounter the energy or spirit of a loved one.”
Suzie’s symbol was the butterfly. Since her death, she has graced me with her presence through seeing the butterfly, especially when I am about to speak to an audience. She is my Earth Angel.
The first time “she showed up” was the morning after she passed away. As I stood on the balcony with the sun shining brightly on my face, a butterfly encircled my head for a few minutes. Tears rolled down my cheeks because I knew in my heart that Suzie was gracing me with her Love and presence. There is a legend that the first butterfly you see after a loved one dies is their spirit coming to you to let you know they are safe.
Fast forward to my “Divine Visitation” from Suzie today. I had just finished my prayer and was feeling very excited and a little nervous about the new program “Integrating Spirituality into Your Business” that I was starting that day for VA Hospital employees. After Suzie died, I bought a butterfly hanging for my dining room window to remind me of her. As I looked out the window, I noticed that the sun was shining on one of the butterflies and it absolutely glowed – to the point that I couldn’t even see the butterfly anymore. I KNEW and felt Suzie’s presence and love.
A few hours later, I received an email in my inbox from someone requesting my newsletter. Her email address was SuzieQ. My son Brian was involved in Habitat for Humanity and a few months after Suzie died, they built a house in her name and it was called SuzieQ.
I am very grateful to God for all the signs He sends. I am grateful to Suzie for being my Earth Angel and showing up. My eyes and heart are open to receive. How about you? Are you open to receive messages and signs from your loved ones? They are waiting to communicate with you.
It was my birthday, the first since my father’s death. Two and a half months had passed, yet the pain and shock of his unexpected passing was still very raw. I simply wanted my birthday to pass by, just like any other day. I certainly had no reason to celebrate.
I planned to have a quiet dinner at a local restaurant with my grandmother, boyfriend, and brother. In a long conversation with my brother, I told him there was only one thing I wanted for my birthday. My father had a 16×20 framed print that hung on his bedroom wall. Ever since I was a little girl, I was taken by that picture. It is a famous print called the “Light of the World” that shows Jesus as a young child. My brother told me he would go to my father’s house, get the print from the wall, and bring it with him to the restaurant.
My boyfriend and grandmother met me at the restaurant. We waited for my brother, but he didn’t show. He called to tell us his meeting ran late and he couldn’t make it. He assured me that within the next few days he would bring me the print. I was very disappointed because the picture was all I wanted for my birthday.
After dinner, my boyfriend went his way and I went the opposite direction to bring my grandmother home. While driving her home, my grandmother said, “Oh, Cynthia, I left some things in Peter’s truck for you. I cut some plant shoots for you to root, so don’t forget them. They will freeze if they stay in the truck overnight.”
I dropped my grandmother off and headed back to my boyfriend’s house. After I was there about 20 minutes, I said, “Gog [our name for my grandmother] said she had given you some cuttings from her plants for me to root. Are they still in the truck?” He said, “Oh no, I brought that stuff in for you.”
I started going through the things she had sent me. I put the plant cuttings in vases of water, then returned to look through what else was there. There was a flat, brown paper bag on the bottom of the box. I picked it up, puzzled, thinking, What can this possibly be? As I pulled out the contents, I was speechless and a bit overwhelmed. It was an 8×10 print of “The Light of the World.”
O my God, my father had to be behind this . . . from above. I never discussed the conversation between my brother and I about the print with my grandmother. I called my grandmother immediately. When she answered, I asked, “Gog, why did you send me that picture? And where in the world did you get it?”
My grandmother was a woman of deep faith and was in church every Sunday. She explained “Well, Cynthia, after the church service on Sunday last week, we went to coffee hour. I helped clean the room after most of the folks left. That picture was sitting on the floor next to the trash receptacle. Nobody knew who put it there and nobody wanted it so I took it. On the way home from church, I decided I would give it to you.”
Totally speechless, I knew my father heard my prayers and my desire to have that print for my birthday. From heaven he was creating a divine experience in my life on Earth. It is so much easier to receive when you believe in the power of the spirit.
Cynthia Burke, Author of My Glimpses of Heaven
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