My Angel stands guard inside a church courtyard along the café-lined Gethsemane Strasse. In Berlin’s Prenzlauer Berg neighborhood – with a sword in his hand and a lion at his feet - he beckons to me. I may be on my way to an entirely different destination yet am pulled by his presence to pause. There, in front of him, I am guided to give all of my troubles over to God. In seconds, tears flow freely from my eyes and I hear short, specific messages. Write this email, go to that shop or call this friend immediately. I am left with a profound peace, calm and clarity to take on the day and my life. When I get scared, nervous, lonely or afraid, I rest assured he is watching over me, providing me all the protection I could ever pray for and then some.
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