My Angel's Name

From: Nelly Rivera (arenasdelmar2@hotmail.com)
Story type: Angel
Location: My home in Dorchester, Massachusetts
Source: Form Submission

I relocated to Boston, MA in May of 2000, and after leaving a 24 yr. old marriage and a beautiful home in Puerto Rico I found myself struggling to adapt to a completely different life style, environment and career. The frustration of not being able to escape to a tropical beach like I did in P.R. to fight stress was gradually pulling me into a web of depression. Though I was lucky to find a great job in Boston's financial district I wasn't happy. I was lonely. The closed-in type of life in a big city was creating the perfect scenario that allowed disturbing memories to pound me without mercy.

Before leaving P.R. a friend gave me a gift, a book on how to communicate with your guardian angel. I've been intrigued since then and continuously research angel testimonials on the internet. I started experimenting by writing them letters and realized that it provided the perfect outlet for my roaming thoughts and was even therapeutic. I carefully hid them or destroyed them because I didn't want to run the risk of having my children find them. They had such a high concept of me and my professional accomplishments that I felt I was letting them down with this irrational behavior. It was my private thing. I desperately longed for some type of angel manifestation that would reinforce my belief. I wanted to be privileged like the people in the testimonials I had read so much about. To do so, I would have to reinforce my faith and communicate with my angel in a humble manner.

One night, while I was fighting insomnia I had this incredible urge to write to my guardian angel. I prayed with all my heart, cried and pleaded with my angel to grant me the blessing of revealing his name to me by whatever means he felt fit. The notion of what I was doing suddenly hit me and I felt as if I was insulting my intelligence with such an assumption. I felt an inner peace, nonetheless, and went to bed. My daughter approached me in the morning to describe a strange dream she had where she saw herself in Puerto Rico walking with her grandmother, when suddenly she heard the sound of trumpets from the sky like in Apocalypses. The sky divided and in its' midst appeared an immense angel reaching out to her. Then, against the clouds a large name appeared that read: "Tredence". My angel had revealed his name to me in my daughter's dream. Since, then I will never again doubt that we can communicated with our guardian angel.