Today I want to share something tender and personal… something that forever changed how I live, pray, and walk through the world.
It’s the story of how I learned to ask angels for help, and the miraculous moments—big and small—that followed.
This journey started for me back in 2014, and honestly… I believe it saved my son’s life.
And if you feel even a tiny nudge of curiosity as you read, I’d love to invite you to my free mini-class: Ask Your Angels: They’re Anxious to Assist.
I’ll share more about that at the end.
But first… let me take you back.
😇 Discovering Angels in a New Way
I always believed angels were real.
I just didn’t know we could ask for their help.
I thought angels were sort of… “around,” doing whatever angels do.
But not necessarily involved in my everyday life—definitely not in the practical things like buying cars or cooking dinner.
Then in 2014, I attended a simple one-hour class that opened my eyes.
I learned something that has shaped my life ever since:
Angels are eager to help—but they honor our agency.
We get more help when we ask.
It felt like heaven handed me a brand new tool… one I didn’t realize I’d been missing.
A Sweet Beginning: Everyday Help
After that class, I started experimenting.
Nothing big.
Just small, everyday things.
Like the time Rob and I had to buy a new van (and I absolutely hate car shopping!).
“God, please send the best available van-buying angel to help us today.”
And the whole day felt smoother.
Calmer.
Guided.
That was my first little “aha” moment.
Then I started trying it in other parts of life:
- Cooking angels when I felt overwhelmed in the kitchen
- Math angels when the boys needed homework help
- Shoe-shopping angels (my least favorite chore!)
- Driving angels
- Test-taking angels
- And once, even angelic help for a PowerPoint project
Every time I asked, I felt these tiny nudges of peace or clarity… just enough to remind me that I wasn’t doing life alone.
💖The Day Angels Saved My Son
And then came the day everything changed.
My son Devon was 16 at the time—wonderful, stubborn, fiercely independent.
He told us he was going on a scout campout… but instead, he drove to Mexico to attend the start of the Baja 1000.
We had no idea.
That morning, completely unaware of where he really was, I had a strong, unsettling feeling come over me.
It didn’t feel like typical “mom worry.”
It felt darker.
Urgent.
So I prayed for him.
But instead of calm, I kept feeling this heaviness… like something was closing in.
I prayed again.
Still no peace.
Finally, on the third prayer, I said:
“God, please send angels.
to protect Devon and help him see what he needs to see.”
And instantly—instantly—a wave of peace washed over me.
I didn’t know why.
I didn’t know what was going on.
But I knew angels were with him.
Two hours later, my husband got a call from Mexican authorities saying our son was hurt and needed to be picked up. At first, we thought it was a scam.
But Rob asked a question only Devon would know—the root beer in Grandma’s Sunday roast.
And Devon answered.
He really was in Mexico.
And he really was in trouble.
Later, when he was safe at home, he told us the whole story—
How he’d walked into an alley, thinking he was selling a GPS unit…
How men jumped him, stripped him, tied him up in a shack…
How he noticed a crack in the wall before they blindfolded him…
And how, when they left, he broke free, ran through the wall and escaped.
Right as he reached the street at the end of the alleyway, a bus pulled up.
He climbed on—barefoot, shaken, but alive.
Friends…
I know with every part of my heart that angels helped him see that crack.
I know angels calmed him enough to escape.
I know that bus arriving at the exact right moment was not an accident.
God answered the prayer I didn’t even understand when I was saying it.
A Lifelong Partnership with Heaven
Ever since that day, I have never hesitated to ask for angels.
For the big things.
For the tiny things.
For the things I can’t control.
And for the things I’m walking through moment by moment.
Angels are part of my life now.
They’re part of my parenting.
Part of my healing.
Part of how I support my clients.
And I love teaching others how to invite this same heavenly help.
That’s why I created something just for you.
✨ Free Mini-Class: Ask Your Angels — They’re Anxious to Assist
This is a gentle, five-part series where I walk you through:
- What angels do
- How to ask for their help
- How to send angels to loved ones
- How to receive signs and alert notifications
- How to recognize peaceful, uneventful miracles
You’ll get:
✨ Instant access
✨ Short, easy lessons
✨ And a private podcast feed if you like learning on the go
It’s my gift to you in this holiday season.
👉 Click here to join the FREE Ask Your Angels Mini-Class.
And if you want more support…
🎧 Optional: Angel Week on Voxer (Dec 8–12)
(Sign up for the newsletter to get an update of when I run this again!)
For five days, I’ll pop into the Angel Voxer group with:
- Daily angel prompts
- Little lessons
- Encouragement
- And a safe place to share what you’re noticing
It’s a simple, heart-centered way to practice listening and asking.
Totally optional.
But always beautiful.
In Closing
Angels honor our agency.
They won’t override us.
But they are so ready to help the moment we ask.
You are not alone.
You are supported.
And heaven is much closer than you think.
I’m grateful you’re here with me.
