A netizen shared a story many years ago about his daughter seeing an angel when she was five-years-old.
Here is the story
This story transpired many years a go when my now eighteen-year-old daughter was five years old. It was never uncommon that after giving my daughter a bath before putting her in bed for the evening that my wife, myself, and my daughter would end up in our bedroom as we got her toweled off, in her pajamas and ready for bed for that evening.
This night we were all laying in the bed as usual, laughing, talking, and catching up as we normally did. Through all the fun and laughter my daughter stopped and took a serious tone with us. We both asked my daughter, “what’s the matter?”, and she now laying on her back and looking towards the corner ceiling in our bedroom asked matter of fact and in a hushed tone “what do angels look like?”. Neither my wife nor I are very religious but have grown up with religion in our lives as children and young adults. My wife grew up with Buddhist teachings and me Catholic / Baptist. So, we both had knowledge of what the scriptures and text describe as what angels typically look like.
Thinking this is a prime teaching moment and both me and my wife jump on it.
we run down the look of what a classic angel looks like or from what we know from growing up that we have been told explicitly that they look like…beautiful, glowing, wings, dressed in white and flowing white clothes. They are kind and loving and are sent to watch over us, to protect us in our times of need. My daughters’ eyes never strayed from the corner of the room as we both gave our best description of what we thought an angel looked like and their purpose in our lives, if we are fortunate enough to see one. We both noticed her gaze after our best attempt to provide her with the best information we could muster up concerning her very important question.
She points to the corner of the room and ceiling that her eye’s have been affixed to and says, “they look like that, right?”. Dumbfounded and a little frightened my wife and I quickly look to where she is pointing to see nothing. We ask, “Sweetie what do you see?” she states to both of us, “I see an Angel – right there on the wall don’t you see her, she is pretty!”. Utterly shaken, a little frightened and disappointed that me or my wife could not share in the experience she was having, we could not see what it was she was clearly seeing and I know I struggled my hardest to try and will this being to show itself to me, I had to explain to my little one that the older we get sometimes these special things don’t allow us to see them because we (adults) may not understand, and if she see’s it, then it is perhaps her guardian angel letting her know they were there, watching over her and protecting her – and that is truly a great thing!
After what seemed like ages, but I am sure it took nothing but a few seconds, my daughter stated the angel was gone and she was ready for bed. In that moment, as I carried her to bed, I was both grateful and sad. Grateful that she may have seen something many of us never get to see, sad that my eye’s could not see this being, that my sight had been blinded and shut off from sharing this moment with my daughter because I may be blinded due to age, life and experiences. To this day, I still wish both myself and my wife could have truly seen and experienced that moment with my daughter.