“Do I need these?” I asked, holding up a pair of workout pants and showing them to my daughter, standing across from me at a table where humanity had trampled through and thrown all the sizes everywhere. I had finally unearthed what I thought would fit.
I hadn’t paid much attention to the lady standing next to me, folding, sorting, and putting them back in order. I saw her nametag briefly, but I was not focusing my attention on her. Instead, I was consumed by an inward mental battle with a nagging voice telling me to leave the store and not come back.
The harassment started in the parking lot before I was out of the car.
“You don’t belong here. This is for people who have money. You don’t have any, so turn around and go back home!“
I had not heeded its advice and dragged myself through the door. How I ended up in a clothing section was beyond me. I should have been shopping for food to live, not clothes. That is why I asked,
“Do I need these?”
The woman next to me said,
“Need? I don’t think that has ever stopped me from spending money. I look at things, decide that I want them, and buy.”
Now, she had my full attention. I grabbed two pairs and moved to her other side. They were on sale for a really low price, and I did need them. My other ones were starting to fall apart.
“When you go through some things financially, you start to ask yourself that question a lot,” I said.
I noticed she had a smile the entire time she worked correcting the chaos of what the public had created.
When I got to the other side of the table facing her, I had the familiar light-headed feeling take over. This comes right when I know that I have been placed in the path of someone who needs to hear something from someone in heaven.
Without me asking much, she told me she had gotten a divorce from a chemically dependent man and had children with him. She was now with a new person who she said did everything for her.
“I don’t need to work now, but I do.”
As she spoke, I saw a woman, a hologram-like person, stand behind her on her right.
“Do you have family?” I knew it was her mom, but I didn’t assume. I never do.
“Not really. I have a dad, but my mom died..”
Before she finished her sentence, I said,
“She is standing right behind you to your right with her hand on your shoulder. She is proud of the decision you made to get the divorce. You will go on to have grandchildren, your ex-husband will get remarried, and many more family members will come from that.”
“I like that,” she said.
I saw her surrounded by many people, resulting from her one decision to give up fighting something that would never change.
Her smile got brighter and brighter.
“Did your mom have a favorite color? I think you will start to see the color pink, and when you do, that’s her.”
She held up her freshly manicured nails, and they were bright pink.
“Pink was her favorite color, so I picked it.”
“Do you celebrate her birthday? Because I feel she would want you to celebrate her passing to heaven more than her birthday.”
“Yes, we always have a party on the day she passed. She had cancer, and she died 16 years ago. That date is coming up in a couple of weeks. Just before you and I started talking, I saw a lady who looked just like her walk past.”
I told her that her decision to leave behind what wasn’t working would open the door for more to come in.
All of this over a couple of pairs of pants that I was not so sure I should get. I left Laura to go about her business happily, and I was suddenly not afraid to get myself new clothes.
From there, I went through a drive-thru, and as I was waiting, I saw a young blonde girl filling up a machine with ice. I got her attention, and she came to the window.
“I think you are supposed to go to school. Are you putting it off?”
Her eyes were enormous, and unlike in my other encounter, she only nodded her head and verbalized nothing.
“Your grandpa, who is in heaven, is trying to tell you that now is the time. Don’t put it off. This is the time. And don’t worry about the money. Are you worried about the money part of it?”
I saw tears fill her huge eyes, and she nodded yes. It was like a paralysis had taken over, and she was frozen, staring at me while the words came at her.
“Start filling out the paperwork and go now. You will be able to communicate with animals like no one else can, and you will be very successful.”
It’s incredible for me to watch absolute strangers be told things that I would have no clue knowing. By the time her coworker handed me the bag, she was smiling through the tears and promising to look into becoming a vet.
A few weeks later, I was in a store with my brother, and he needed light bulbs. A woman came around a corner out of nowhere and asked if we needed help.
He told her what he needed, and she meticulously walked him through every choice of light bulb he could choose. She was very experienced in knowing what she was saying and seemed to do this effortlessly. Thomas Edison would have been impressed.
As she walked away, I felt that familiar pull to give her a message she needed to hear.
“I need to tell her something,” I said as I watched her walk away. I noticed her shirt was slightly stained in the back, like she didn’t have a lot of money to buy herself new things.
I know the feeling, and I have found that what I have experienced has made me hyper-aware of those walking that road.
As I chased her down, my brother said,
“Is this going to be like Touched By an Angel?”
He knows I do this once in a while when God asks me.
I ignored him.
“Excuse me,” I said, trying not to get the whole store looking our way.
“I have to tell you something.”
I explained that this was just a starting point for her and that she would quickly climb the ladder of success. That promotions would come her way quickly, and her co-workers might get a little jealous, but to cast it aside.
“You are loyal and trustworthy with a good heart. That is leading you through, and someone on the other side is helping open doors for you. That’s why you are moving up so quickly. You will outgrow this place and move way up higher.” I could see far in advance.
“I have only been here two months, and they have given me two promotions already, which is unusual.”
That’s about all she said because, once again, I think the shock of hearing all of her life secrets, good ones, being spilled out was overwhelming to take in.
She kept saying thank you and then returned to her work. I feel Emily will never forget that she met God in the middle of the cleaning section of a hardware store.
We moved on to the cash registers, where a lady was waiting with no one in her line.
“You need to ask her who is sick that she knows.“
I didn’t want to do that. I tried to get through and get out the door. The question seemed too invasive and might not even be true. When I got to the door, I had to go back.
She was standing at the end of her lane, waiting for customers to come.
“I have to ask you a question,” I said. “I can see heaven, and I have been told to ask you who is sick that you know.”
“My sister’s son,” she said. She went on to tell me he was in the end stage of disease.
“He has an angel standing next to him,” I said.
“My sister has spoken to that angel,”
“Tell her that this confirms she is right about it.”
I saw the future and that a grandfather figure would be showing up to take him to heaven.
She told me that his dad had passed on as well.
Both of us were near tears as I said,
“Both men will pick him up and take him to heaven. Tell your sister he will be okay. He probably will say he sees them before he moves on.”
“We believe. Thank you for saying all this. I will tell her.”
The next night, I visited my dad in a rehab he has been in for about a month. Later in the evening, the med technician came in to give him his pills. She introduced herself, and I told her who I was.
I began to see a grandmother figure.
“She needs to know she is going to have kids soon. You have to tell her,” said the whisper.
Oh, gosh, no! I cannot tell someone they are going to have a baby. What if she doesn’t want one? I thought I would make a big mistake, but when God wants to use your mouth, you and your opinion don’t matter.
I started with the soft sell.
I explained that I could see and hear heaven; then, I asked questions about her life. Was she married? Yes. Did she have brothers and sisters? Yes.
And then, she opened the door for me to move in a bit further.
“Does anyone have kids in the family?”
“My brothers and sisters do.”
“You will. You are going to have kids soon.”
I watched her eyes get that shocked look.
“You are going to have a big family. They will be musical. I see piano players and singers. And this is probably going to happen before you have thought it possible. You are waiting for the money to show up, right?”
She was wearing a mask, and I could see now that her smile was reaching her eyes.
“Yes, I will stay home and home-school when we have a family. My husband wants a big family, and his whole family is very musical.”
I told her some more, and she looked at my daughter and said,
“Does she do this all the time?”
I sensed she was a bit scared it would happen the next day. As if she would wake up with ten kids all wanting breakfast.
“This will come to you naturally, but it is coming sooner than you think. When your husband gets a raise, which will be soon, that is your sign.”
She said this would make her husband so happy and left with a big smile.
Crisis averted for me. That one seemed like a big and frightening jump.
I don’t have to look for them; they sometimes come to me.
Like the nursing assistant who told me she had just visited her neighbor who was dying.
“Did you feel the angels in the room? There are two, one by the foot and the head of his bed.”
“I told them I could feel the angels in the room when I went to visit.”
“There are two of them, and his grandma is coming to get him.”
“His wife kept talking about his grandparents, and he gets to see them again,” she said.
“Yes. They will escort him into heaven.”
I can always see when the words bring comfort too.
“Ask her if she is a teacher.”
Going out on a limb, I asked,
“Are you a teacher? I hear the word teacher.”
I hadn’t ever had a conversation with this woman who works at an assisted living where I was visiting a hospice patient.
“Yes. I am a teacher.”
“This job will end, and that will be your job again, but less stressful.”
She told me she taught English to children who were disabled and that it has been very overwhelming.
“It won’t be next time, so don’t turn it away. You’re a teacher, and that’s your life path.”
She walked away smiling, raising her hands to the ceiling and thanking God.
There is a promise that God will always keep you in sight and not forsake you, but the world can convince us otherwise. There’s a wearing down process that can take place, making some of us wonder if any of this has a point.
When I am sent to strangers with details I shouldn’t know, there is no denying that everything needed is seen, and the Creator of all is longing to reach us through a loving encounter.