Today’s Daily Prompt: Childhood Revisited caught my eye while I took a quick break from writing out holiday cards to check today’s blog posts. I saw some other posts and almost wrote about something safe, instead I’m going to write about something real. Here is the challenge:
What is your earliest memory? Describe it in detail, and tell us why you think that experience was the one to stick with you.
My very first memory of my childhood isn’t something that I should be putting on the internet without the permission of the people it involves, so instead I’m going to write about my 2nd memory. My grandmother, Lilia, used to have a house in East Los Angeles. I remember being around 3-4 years old and sleeping over, which was usual. I woke up in the middle of the night to go to the restroom. I distinctively remember looking at a pair of shoes I had laying next to my sleeping bag and thinking that I should put them on but I didn’t.
I walked down what seemed like a very long hallway. Out of the corner of my eye I saw something to my right side that looked like it was floating next to me as I walked. I remember thinking that I would act like I didn’t see it, turn around, put my shoes on, then step on its tail. I thought tail because I remembered seeing this apparatus flowing behind the figure that was about 5-7 inches off the ground. When I went back to the hallway I saw the figure show up on my right side again, I slowed down, stopped, then slammed my foot down on top of what I thought was the tail. When I saw my foot went right through I stopped and looked up.
I asked the figure who it was and he responded “Gabriel”. I calmly told him he could not be Gabriel because “Gabriel is over there”, as I pointed to my uncle that lay asleep no more than 10 feet away from me. The figure told me that he was my guardian angel, the Archangel Gabriel.
I remember a sense of protection and security falling over me as I turned and walked away. Just as a precaution I stopped by my Uncle Gabriel and made sure he was still there, then proceeded to the bathroom then back to bed.
It took me a long time to ever be able to tell anyone this until I was over 18 years old. Thank you WordPress for the Daily Prompt. I hope that this post inspires someone out there to dare to believe in something that seems super natural. Because there is a Heaven and there is a Hell, which means there are angels and demons. It wasn’t until I finally shared this experience with people did I realize that the Lord was telling me He had a purpose for me at such a young age. That spoke volumes to my personal and spiritual growth.