tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-249989859779605272.post7050786146082568405..comments2023-10-02T06:04:57.351-05:00Comments on Belinda's brain: belindahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04329443602922337980noreply@blogger.comBlogger8125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-249989859779605272.post-28194406660572707412010-10-07T20:32:51.679-05:002010-10-07T20:32:51.679-05:00I'd like to see it when it's finished. Tha...I'd like to see it when it's finished. Thanks Sarabelindahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04329443602922337980noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-249989859779605272.post-85896668153100423032010-10-07T18:31:18.190-05:002010-10-07T18:31:18.190-05:00My angel protected me durign Desert Storm..during ...My angel protected me durign Desert Storm..during the SCUD attacks when we were huddled in our bunker in felt this huge warm embrace by huge muscular arms..it felt like I was being hugged by Arnold in his prime (think Conan the Barbarian)..<br /><br />So I thnk of my angel looking like Arnold in Conan....long hair, chiseled muscles, and leather harness..except add big brown eagle's wings..<br /><br /><br />One of these days' I'll have an artist paint a picture of me being protected by my angel...<br /><br />Sara3puddytatshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15262778035877473976noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-249989859779605272.post-86621385890184227622010-10-06T16:01:33.146-05:002010-10-06T16:01:33.146-05:00I think our angels do love us; we do call them &qu...I think our angels do love us; we do call them "Angel of God, my guardian dear.." in the little prayer we learned as children. The love is probably mixed with pity, because we are so clueless. Kind of like a preschool teacher loves the little kid who has a hard time learning to tie her shoelaces.Melody Khttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00442985285647041700noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-249989859779605272.post-30005497966089582172010-10-06T09:46:37.993-05:002010-10-06T09:46:37.993-05:00I do hope you're writing down all these dreams...I do hope you're writing down all these dreams, aren't you? <br />They're awesome.<br />It's like having your own very personal movie theatre in your head, although I imagine sometimes you'd rather not watch what's playing...Juliehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15600512093922807813noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-249989859779605272.post-13414093157202879062010-10-06T06:09:25.596-05:002010-10-06T06:09:25.596-05:00Julie, that's a cool angel story. You angel he...Julie, that's a cool angel story. You angel held an umbrella for you, how sweet. Mine likes to point out my sins and faults. Wanna trade?<br /><br />I dreamt of heaven once and my angel said to me. You don't get to sit over there (along the beach watching the charriot races on the glassy sea which was the best spot to see everything) YOU have to stand over here. That "prime" spot is saved for that person over there( Person sitting on a full size lounge chair and wearing a crown too!!) because he/she suffered in life more than you did. You - not so much. Even so it was the coolest dream ever. <br /><br /><br />I'm also 90% sure my angel yelled at me in a department once. Though I deserved it and he made me cry. He corrected me harshly and then when I turned around he was gone and I searched high and low to question him further, oh yeah, I was gonna have my say too. hahahahabelindahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04329443602922337980noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-249989859779605272.post-75502252726978870682010-10-05T20:52:58.493-05:002010-10-05T20:52:58.493-05:00Your angel sounds a lot like St Gemma's.
Mine...Your angel sounds a lot like St Gemma's.<br /><br />Mine is very,very tall and wears an exquisitely tailored suit. He has the standard-issue long hair.<br /> I met him when I got hopelessly lost going to the airport to pick up my husband during a hurricane. <br />He held an umbrellla over my head in a muddy deserted field while I got my bearings and fought off a panic attack. (He never got wet at all, by the way)<br /> When I finally made it to the airport and was looking at the arrival/departure board, he suddenly materialized again and said something to me that only I knew. <br /><br />This happened a year or so before I started down the long road back to Catholicism.<br /> <br /> I am rather pragmatic, and I used to poo-poo the idea of angels, thinking they were the pleasant folly of mostly middle-aged women who preferred them to the likes of a stern God. Sort of the way pre-teen girls tend to crush on pop idols with puppydog faces because they're less threatening.Juliehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15600512093922807813noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-249989859779605272.post-50042298218115987732010-10-05T20:16:53.573-05:002010-10-05T20:16:53.573-05:00I remember Mother Angelica talking about naming he...I remember Mother Angelica talking about naming her angel and that we should too. So I did and I've appologized. <br /><br />Like you said, his name is one that God gave him and he doesn't need my feeble to lame nick-name.Lolahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07874681310775395586noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-249989859779605272.post-43580054635521215562010-10-05T19:49:12.232-05:002010-10-05T19:49:12.232-05:00LOL @ the chopsticks typing like Steven Hawking cu...LOL @ the chopsticks typing like Steven Hawking cuz of the near-misses! Girl, you do crack me up!!! God bless you, your family--and your Guardian Angel too.<br /><br />PS, I haven't heard of people naming their angels, but I have heard of people asking their angels to tell them what his/her/its name is. I dunno about that one either. I know someone who thinks her angel's name is something like, "Hoodoo", cuz that's what she thinks she heard. <br /><br />*cough* *sniff*Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com