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I was excited…

Today was Saturday and my step-grandfather was taking me for a visit to his son’s farm. His male offspring had two children, a boy and a girl and we were all around the same age.

Being seven years old at the time and living in a small town, I really enjoyed the visits to the farm.

There was always so much to do on the little ranch. There were the animals to feed and play with, lots of room to run around freely and best of all we loved to play in the tree house in the woods that lay just beyond a huge cornfield. This amazing fort in the trees was roomy and custom built by the children’s father.

I loved watching the birds fly around the woods as if they were on a mission. Some of the black birds were screeching at the top of their lungs to get attention and the squirrels seemed to be amazingly resilient as they flitted about jumping from one thin branch to another and yet never once did I see them fall out of the trees.

That Saturday started out to be no different from any other one with the exception that it would not end up that way.

Once my grandfather and I arrived at our destination, the children came out to greet me and we started out immediately for our designated happy zone.

Our playtime allowed my grandfather to spend alone time with his son and daughter-in-law.

We played in the tree house all afternoon and were surprised how the time had passed by so quickly when we heard the big dinner bell in the distance echoing through the air.

This was our designated signal that it was time to return to the main house as playtime was now over.

After the bell had sounded its message, we all scrambled down the tree and started a race back to the house.

I got the bright idea to slip through the cornfield as a shortcut to get there before my friends. What a stupid mistake that turned out to be!

Fifteen minutes after zip sagging in and out of the tall maze of corn I realized that I was totally lost.

It frightened me to be lost in this big field and all kinds of scary things entered my head. “Was I going to be here all night alone? Were any wild animals going to attack me?” The dialogue in my head never ceased to end.

Finally I gave in and sat down in one of the rows and cried. I sat there weeping till there were no more tears left to fall. After the crying subsided, I tried to sort out what to do.

As far back that I could remember, my grandmother had repeatedly told me bedtime stories about Guardian Angels. She explained to me that everyone has their own special Angel to watch over them and that all you had to do is ask if you were in need of their assistance. I could not think of a better time than at the present moment to call upon her for help.

A white bird kept circling above me making squawking noises as it tried to get my attention, but I dismissed it and told him to leave me alone as I needed quiet time to call on my Guardian Angel.

Surprisingly enough, it did as it was told and the noisy beautiful species vanished for a while.

No sooner did I pray for the support of my Spirit Guide then help arrived. The solution came in the form of intuition; a gentle nudging, a whispering inside my head urging me to heed the silent words that I thought I had heard and that was to follow the row I was sitting in and keep walking in a straight line - and only a straight line - till I came to an opening in the field.

During my trek to get out of my temporary confinement the bird showed up again. I looked up at him and repeated, “Leave me alone.” I didn’t want to be rude but I had to concentrate on the task at hand till I was freed from this entrapment.

The bird once again disappeared.

It took me about another ten minutes before I got to the end of the row and the instant I saw a gap in the tall stalks, I got my confidence back and ran towards the opening.

As I exited the field I saw a stretch of familiar ground a few feet ahead of me. It was the road which my grandfather had traveled down to get to the farm.

Now I was faced with another dilemma. I had to decide whether to walk down the road to the right or take the route to the left. I didn’t have to make that decision because as I glanced to the right, I spotted the sight of my grandfather’s car slowly driving down the road towards me. He was looking out the open window looking in the direction of the field hoping he would catch a glimpse of his lost charge. I could see a huge sigh of relief wash over his face the minute he spotted me running towards him.

After driving back to the farmhouse and letting the family know that I had been found safe and sound, Grandfather Tom drove me home. I couldn’t wait to tell my Nana about the strange day that I had endured.

Even though I was seven years old, she cradled me in her arms as I told her the story putting special emphasis on the part about the annoying bird visitor.

When I had finished relaying the events of the day she pointed out something that I had never thought of during those troubled moments of insecurity.

“Perhaps that bird had a reason to be there. Do you think that maybe he was sent by your Guardian Angel?” She asked me.

“What?” I asked her trying to understand the meaning of her words. My Nana then went on to explain, “Your Angelic Helpers have the ability to send help in many different ways; one of them could be through the appearance of birds.”

She paused, looked at me lovingly then continued, “I suspect that white bird was a dove that was probably trying to get you to notice him. Perhaps you should have paid attention to his calling as he might have been the guide that was sent to lead you out of that field.”

After giving her words some careful thought I came to the conclusion that she was right and this was possibly the reason it had shown up twice.

From that day forward I promised myself to become more aware of the many different ways that my Spiritual Messenger might send her love and support. It would turn out to be a magical journey.