Do Angels Exist?



Do Angels exist? Are Angels real? Here is the proof. This intimate book, Angels in Action, looks into the many accounts of angel encounters; of Angels showing their face and giving their voice to helping an ordinary person in her time of need; real stories told by Diane Williams, author, was saved by her Angels; sagas of divine intervention in times of crisis; of Angels saving Williams just going about her everyday life.

Please tell us about your “Angel in Action”


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Christmas is a time of joy, good cheer, and giving. Sometimes, the most unexpected gifts come from angels on earth. Once, God sent an unlikely Christmas Angel to make “peace on earth” a reality in my life.

My mind was occupied by what was apparently an impossible task— to somehow find enough money to purchase two brand-new bicycles. Perhaps, I thought to myself, next month I can pay only half of the rent.

So, I did the only thing I could do. I knelt near the fichus tree, visualizing two brand-new bicycles. I imagined my girls squealing with delight as they saw their wondrous Christmas presents.

There was only one more option, so I dropped to my knees again and began to pray: “Father, you said in your word, Matthew 7:7, ‘Ask and you shall receive.’ I’m asking. Please, Lord.”

A week passed. Though I prayed every day, God didn’t seem to reply. Oh well, I thought, we’ll just have to have a Christmas without gifts this year. The girls will understand.

It was six o’clock in the morning and I was getting ready to go to work when the phone rang.

“Mrs. Williams?” a voice said. “It’s Matthew.” Oh no! My landlord. I shivered a bit. It’s as if he was reading my mind. “Listen,” he said. I pressed the phone closer to my ear and heard paper shredding. “That is the sound of your December rent check.”

My mouth dropped open.

Matthew said, “My wife and I decided we didn’t need the money and wanted to give your family a gift. We couldn’t decide on what you might like, so we decided to tear up the check. The rent’s on us this month. Merry Christmas!”

That’s my Christmas Angel story. But now, we want to hear yours.

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By sharing your story, you also help spread hope, faith, and love to others. My goal is to fill the Internet with these messages of joy, and I would like nothing better than to see us united under the common desire to see “peace on Earth, good will toward men.”


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At Your Service



“For you were called to freedom, brothers. Only do not use your freedom as an opportunity for the flesh, but through love serve one another.” Galatians 5:13 (check NIV).

I always had a deep desire to be of service. In church, I was introduced to a prayer group. I joined immediately. The group taught me how to pray and gave me many opportunities to pray for others. We prayed for each other, and I soon learned, “As iron sharpens iron, so one person sharpens another. Proverbs 27:17 NIV. I then decided that prayer would become my ministry. Thus, I wanted to delve deeper into the ministry of prayer. I found a mentor and fervently studied prayer. After years of practice, I joined the Guideposts Prayer Ministry, to be of service.


       “PLEASE HELP ME,” pleaded the caller. “I can’t take it anymore.”

Her voice was breaking up. I listened intently. She told me her name was Mary. She was in her early fifties, worked as a home health provider, but was unable to work because of a job-related leg injury.

Mary spoke rapidly, “I’m so full of despair that I decided to dial the Guideposts Prayer Line.”

“I’m glad you did, Mary. How may I pray for you today?”

“My temporary disability payments are less than half of my regular pay, and this leaves me without enough money to pay my bills. I have been juggling my good faith payments on my overdue bills, but I am not able to keep them up. In addition, the week before I was to report to work, I hurt myself again.”

“While waiting for another claim to be processed, my funds were exhausted. My creditors were threatening to cut off my utilities. I had almost accepted the possibility of living without these essentials.”

Mary went on to tell me that the notice placed on her door made her even more desperate. She said she broke down and cried as she read the flier. The apartment building in which she had lived for more than thirty years was no longer going to be rent controlled. It was going co-op.

I silently thanked God for giving me her call. In my professional career as a social worker, I had heard this problem hundreds of times. I knew how to help her. I yearned to give Mary the information I had at my fingertips, but there was something stopping me.

It was the Guidepost Prayer Ministry guidelines.

The Holy Spirit reminded me that I was a prayer intercessor and that it was my job to pray to the Lord on the caller’s behalf. No advice whatsoever was to be given—that was God’s job. Therefore, I prayed and went on to my next caller.

Week after week, Mary called, sounding progressively more defeated. It was becoming more difficult to decipher her words through her sobs. My heart ached for her.

By the time the seventh week rolled around, I had made up my mind that I was going to give her some advice—after all, hadn’t I worked as a social worker for fifteen years?

However, the words I had read in the Guidepost guidelines—“We are not a counseling line”—played themselves repeatedly in my mind. I put my decision on pause and prayed for myself, but the urge to intervene grew even stronger….

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I would love to hear me your stories of Service…