She Who Walks With Angels

Chapter Three: When GOD Gives but Man refuses - A Lesson.

Chapter Three.When the crash happened, I was on my way to my little one floor ground appartment after beingsaved from the war in Russia. The date is the 30th July 2013 - Sunday. I was sent to anothercountry: England.The police and the ambulance came after the crasha and took me to my new home. All myluggage in my car, my only belongings, had been destroyed, and I had no money. I had only thedirty clothes that I wore. I had nothing.It was a great tremendous struggle at home... I sat down on my bed which had no bedding,there was no electircity or hot water, i had not food or drink I hadno cloean clothes, my shoeswere broken, there was no clean water or lighting as my electricity ran on a meter that i had toput money into and i had not even one pound... and i had not a teddy bear, a book or pen andpaper. I lay there and cried and cried and cried with my only thought being "I want my mum." Ihugged my pillow and pretended it was her.I slept awefully, crying myself to sleep and then tossing and turning, waking up, and fallingasleep with repetative nightmares about zombies with white eyes finding my family and themturning into evil dead people, and then finding me hiding and i'd wake up just as they wereabout to attack me and bite me to turn into one of the dead.... This is a repetative dream I havehad all me life. I know not what it means.- - - - -I had to go to the local council the very next morning. I had to claim benefits from thegovernent. I'd been given all the paperwork I needed to fill in for my home contract (which wasalready being paid by the governent. I owed them 100 pounds for the first months rent, which Ididn't have!), my right to stay in England although and immagrant (paperwork completed.), andmy right to income from the governemt as an unemployed person searching for work. My bankdetails had already been sent, processed and opened in a bank in lloyd's bank in England.I got up at 7am. I couldn't eat any breakfast. I couldn't shower. I'd slept in my clothes. I wasstruggling and suffering, and I was majorly depressed, and the one thought in the back of mymind constantly was 'I want my mum.'I waited for help from GOD'S Angels and for them to show up, but they didn't, and I wasfrustrated because of that.The first thing I did was go to the local shop and look in the food cart where people would leavefood and drink for those in need who couldn't afford any. A very kind jesture from the Brittishgovernemt, and one that I thought was doing the will of GOD. I wasn't homeless, but starving. Itook a loaf of bread, a milkshake, and some sweets and a cheap pack of buscuits - it said on thepack from 12 pence, so cheap, I thought!! But I didn't even have twelve pence!!* * *On my way to the local council, the white fog appeared again. The mist that shines brighly, andGOD's Holy Angels appear. This is my sign that they are going to let me see them. (No. Igenuinely have no idea why mist appears whenever I see them... but I do believe it is a force orenergy from GOD or from the Angels, to show me that GOD is surrouding me always.) Am Icorrect? I'm always correct. I wiped tears from my eyes, lost in the city, and looked down at thefloor as I walked, showing no confidence. ''Have you come to tell me that GOD will have a planfor me to make this right today?' I asked, with no answer. I hadn seen the Angels yet, only thefine mist.Then, one tiny little absoluely stunning Holy Angel flew accross the floor looking like a little childAngel, (a cherub), and picked up a wrapper a few steps ahead, holding it out to me andnodding, giving a reassuring smile. My Guardian Angel appeared. He had his wings wrappedtightly around me and was crying. Crying for my pain.I reached out to where the little Angel was holding the wrapper on the floor... only to find it wasa 50 pound note.'Ì can't take this. It belongs to somebody else and they could come looking for it. It's a lot ofmoney. I have to hand it on somewhere... this is against my morels.' I insisted.'Take it, Lorna, it is a gift from GOD. Nobody will come looking for it. GOD has placed it hereespecially for you to find. Praise Be To The lord.''my Guardian Angel whispered in my ear....I looked around but varely anybody was about and absoluetlly nobody was searching for money.No... they all looked perfectly well off and smart and happy people... with expensive work bags,with their money safely within and i bet, bank cards with thousands upon thousands of euros inthier accounts.... and I was jealous.At that, the Holy Angels dissapeared, but I said a prayer of thanks to GOD and to Jesus, andtook the money, still unconfortable with it. I felt a hug as I thought this and felt the jealousy,which I knew was my Guardian Angel... A tight loving feeling movign my body gently. I lookedup and around and there was a sign for the local council - Found! "Praise be to The Lord." I saidout load, and carried on on my way.250 pounds a month was what I was given. 100 of that to pay for the rent on my flat, as thegovernement paid the extra 400 pounds. That left me with 150 pounds a month. I could TRY tolive on that.I had to find a job. It would take about a week to come into my account. Paperworkdone.* * *I went to a chariry shop, bought clothes, pen and paper and food and drink, and I paid moneyfor hot water and electicity. Something else....