Hey friend,
Let’s talk about something that’s both mysterious and deeply personal: angels. I know, I know… sounds like one of those topics reserved for movies, Sunday school lessons, or the kind of greeting cards with glitter on them. But for me, angels have never been about glitter or sentimentality. They’ve been real, awe-inspiring, and at times… incredibly humbling.
Now, before you imagine me floating on clouds and chatting it up with celestial beings every Tuesday at noon, let me be clear: I’m just like you. A child of God, doing my best to walk this faith journey with a little grace and a lot of coffee. I didn’t go looking for angels. I didn’t pray for a sign. In fact, I’d say I was the least likely person to have these kinds of encounters. But sometimes, God shows up in ways we never expect, and when He does, He usually leaves a mark that never fades.
Back in 1981, yep, a long time ago, when perms were big and my fashion choices were questionable, I had my first encounter. I was lying in bed, minding my own business, when suddenly, there he was. An angel. Not a dreamy, wispy figure, but a strong, majestic being who stood by my bedside like a sentinel from another world. He must’ve been eight feet tall. He had on a tan tunic that shimmered with light that didn’t seem to come from any lamp.
At that moment, I was gripped with fear, but he didn’t say much; actually, he didn’t speak audibly at all, but somehow I heard him in my spirit: “Fear not, for I am here to protect you.” And just like that, every ounce of fear melted. Gone. Like peace had flooded the room, and every anxious thought had been told to pack its bags and hit the road.
I didn’t imagine it. I know that deep down in the marrow of my bones. That moment changed me. Not because I thought I was special, but because I realized just how personal God really is. He didn’t send an angel because I earned it or because I said the perfect prayer. He sent one because He wanted to, because He saw something I didn’t and loved me enough to intervene.
A few months later, another encounter. This time, I was kneeling in the living room in a moment of quiet prayer, and suddenly, two more angels appeared. These were different, smaller, more delicate in form, almost feminine in appearance. And their light? It didn’t just brighten the room. It filled it. And when one of them reached out and touched my head, I felt something I struggled to put into words, a warmth, a power, a kind of heavenly current that flowed through my body and wrapped around my soul.
To this day, those are the only two angelic visitations I’ve had. And I’ve never once prayed for another. Not because I wouldn’t be in awe, but because I’ve learned something powerful: Jesus is enough. These moments were a gift. But they don’t define my faith. My walk with God isn’t about chasing spiritual fireworks. It’s about steady, deep-rooted love, His love for me and mine for Him.
But here’s where I want to encourage you: Even if you’ve never seen an angel or felt that kind of supernatural moment, it doesn’t mean God isn’t working in your life in miraculous ways. I’m convinced He’s doing so much behind the scenes we’ll never know until the other side of eternity. His angels are real. And whether they’re whispering peace in the quiet moments or waging war in the heavenlies on our behalf, they are part of the story, His story of redemption and love for His children.
Writing about this, finally putting it in a blog, wasn’t easy. It’s taken me years to even talk about it out loud, let alone share it with others. Not because I’m ashamed, but because it’s holy. And in a world where everything’s measured in likes, comments, and how “wow” your story is, I didn’t want to cheapen something so sacred.
But here’s why I’m sharing it now: not to say, “Look what happened to me,” but to say, “Look what God can do.” If He reached down in my brokenness, in my weariness, in my late-night wrestling and sent a messenger to guard and comfort me, then friend… He’s watching over you, too. Maybe not with visible wings or flashes of light, but through that sense of peace you can’t explain, or that perfectly timed word from a friend, or that moment when you feel like you just can’t go on, and somehow, you do.
That’s the kind of God we serve. A God who commands armies of angels, yes, but who also cares enough to whisper your name in the dark. Who doesn’t always answer with thunder and lightning, but sometimes with stillness. Who doesn’t need to prove himself but does, again and again, in the most personal, tender ways.
So, if you’ve ever wondered about angels, I hope this reminds you that they’re not fairy tales. They’re not something reserved for the spiritually elite. They’re part of the Father’s love, mysterious, majestic, and oh-so-real.
And if you’re going through something today, know this: you’re not alone. Heaven is closer than you think. Love is watching over you. And yes, angels are still at work.
RJ (Rox) Nolin