Ask and you shall receive

I had an interesting discussion with my sister the other night about asking for things whether it be praying to God, the angels or simply letting people know what you desire.

We talked about how in times of need we have prayed to the angels for what we need and miraculously we have received. I have so much faith that no matter how financially strapped we might be, how tough things might seem, how much hurt we might go through, that we will be okay. The reason I think this is simple, it’s been proven to me time and again to be true.

I don’t consider myself to be a Christian as such although I appreciate Christian values and believe I am a good person who knows that someone is taking care of us. I consider myself to be spiritual and I think that is a little different to Christianity. I believe in things that the church would frown upon (tarot cards for example). I believe that we have higher powers showing us the way, taking care of us, healing us when we need help, keeping us strong when we need to be and so on. We still choose our paths in life but we are guided if we can just learn to listen. I believe we have guiding angels around us gently urging us forward. I believe there is more to just this life I’m living, that the end of my life isn’t necessarily the end. I believe that people exist who have a special ’sight’ into the paths our lives may take, people who can receive messages from those who have passed over. I’m sure I’ve heard them myself.

I’m fortunate that my sisters share similar beliefs and we can talk about our spirituality and beliefs. Considering the current state of our Dad’s health, it is enormously comforting to me to have faith that he will be okay, he will be taken care of and when the time comes for him to pass on it may not be the last time I am able to speak to him.

My Dad shares a special bond with his daughters, he knows when one of us is hurting and we know when something is wrong with him.  I haven’t been able to sleep well this week and yesterday afternoon one of my sisters rang and said “what’s going on, is something wrong? I feel strange.” I wasn’t sure but told her about my sleepless week and that I was a bit anxious something wasn’t right but I’d spoken to Mum and Dad only two days before and everything was okay. I hung up the phone and got a text from Mum that Dad has been admitted to hospital again. I sent our eldest sister a message to tell her but she already knew something was wrong.

The night my brother tried to commit suicide two years ago I couldn’t sleep and I felt sick. I couldn’t figure out who needed me until the phone rang at midnight.

We just know.

I love my family so much and feel blessed that we have this bond that we have.