Had I Seen a Spiritual Being?

Had I Seen a Spiritual Being?

My heart sank to my toes, when I found out our family had to move. My husband Jim discovered he could never retire with full benefits in the current state we lived in.

I knew without asking we’d have to sell my son, Joshua’s, rabbit business. We couldn’t take over two hundred bunnies to live in the city.

     Lord, no! This can’t be happening.

Only five years earlier, we had moved to my home state of Oregon, and now we were leaving. I scowled and threw up my arms.

My husband passed all the tests and got the position, while I sold most of the rabbits and all the cages. We gave the last few bunnies to friends.

By Thanksgiving, with our family of five crammed into a tiny two-bedroom house, our spirits were at our lowest for we missed home in Oregon.

One morning after I prayed with my children and kissed them goodbye before school, this would be the day I’d begin my hunt for employment to help pay the high cost of rent. I, a stay-at-home Mom, would now have to hold down a job. I watched with longing, as my two teens and my elementary-aged youngest walked to meet the school bus. No longer able to hold back the tears, I cried until mid-morning, putting off my scary trek into the world.

Not long after this, my mother-in-law and I strolled downtown on a Saturday afternoon. While Mom chatted, my line of vision felt tugged to a department store alcove. With unusual clarity, time slowed. A young man squatted outside below the display window. He reminded me of what biblical youthful King David might have looked like in his facial features and wavy black hair. He wore leather sandals, a dark green shirt and hiking shorts of tan, sturdy cloth. Arms relaxed at his side, his hands opened in a gesture as though they beckoned.

His crystal blue eyes peered into my soul, and my mind heard; I will never leave thee, nor forsake thee. Had I seen a Spiritual Being? After I passed him I wanted to retrace my steps and peer into the angel’s eyes once more. But, my feet glided along the sidewalk, as I left the encounter.

After my spiritual experience, and any time I grew discouraged, I thought of the one I’d come to call Angel Eyes. Weeks later, I stumbled across the scripture I’m sure he had given to me in Hebrews 13:5. Gasping, I thought, I had seen an angel. In gratitude, warm tears sprinkled on my cheeks like soft rain.

God loved me.

Soon after, we found a new church to assemble with, and my teens started a youth group which grew from half a dozen to over thirty kids.

As I continued to store the angel’s message close to my heart, he spoke an unforgettable truth I would need to recall upon. Years later we lost Joshua to suicide at the age of twenty-five, and my memories of Angel Eyes brought me some measure of comfort. His words reminded me to trust in a God who never leaves nor forsakes those who cling to Him.


Holy Father, You are a Good God in the happy and sad times. You are always with us. In Jesus’s name I thank You. Amen.

Jean Ann Williams About Jean Ann Williams

Jean Ann Williams lives in Southern Oregon with her husband Jim. Although one of their children has passed on to the Great Beyond, their two remaining children have blessed them with thirteen grandchildren, their Baker’s Dozen. Jean Ann keeps up two blogs: the first is about the writing life Jean Ann Williams: Author, and Love Truth where she writes of how God continues to encourage and bless her after her son’s suicide in 2004.


  1. I like the flower, Cherie. Thank you for all you do!

  2. Jean, I completely have no doubt this was a ministering angel for you. I have had a similar experience when my daughter was in a coma from a traumatic brain injury. I also could give you the exact details of this angel also. I’ve never had to move about much with my family, but our kids have and it does take a heap of hope and endurance. Bless you!

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