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I don't know , the angel in my dream was defiantly male
, interestingly enough .. A couple of days later I was sharing the dream with a friend at work , I was a bit in disbelief about if it had actually happened .. I asked god to confirm .. Anyway there is a cemetery I drive by everyday sometimes twice .. I don't know anyone in it nor have I ever been drawn to it , curious about it or ever had a desire to go in there .. One day about three days after the dream of the angel .., something told me to pull in there .. I was like "what??" cemeteries have to do with death .. but I obeyed and went .. I drove down a street came to a place to turn left or right .. Sat there a minute and waited "left " okay , so left I Went .. As I drove around a curve I I knew immediately why I was there ..
There before me was the most beautiful angel headstone i have ever seen.. The angel was on it's knees, it's arm draped over the entire headstone with it's head laying on it's arm over the top of a name .. "Roberts". as I drove off I slammed the brakes on and goosebumps climbed from the tips of my toes to the ends of my hairs ... My oldest brothers name is Robert .. I have goosebumps again telling this story ... Anyway .. At the time my brother was in Afghanistan ... I began to pray a prayer to God asking for His protection and safety ... About two weeks later we found out that his platoon had been fired upon .. 14 of his comrades lost their lives .. his life had been spared .. All praise , glory, and Honor, be to Gods name
, interestingly enough .. A couple of days later I was sharing the dream with a friend at work , I was a bit in disbelief about if it had actually happened .. I asked god to confirm .. Anyway there is a cemetery I drive by everyday sometimes twice .. I don't know anyone in it nor have I ever been drawn to it , curious about it or ever had a desire to go in there .. One day about three days after the dream of the angel .., something told me to pull in there .. I was like "what??" cemeteries have to do with death .. but I obeyed and went .. I drove down a street came to a place to turn left or right .. Sat there a minute and waited "left " okay , so left I Went .. As I drove around a curve I I knew immediately why I was there ..
There before me was the most beautiful angel headstone i have ever seen.. The angel was on it's knees, it's arm draped over the entire headstone with it's head laying on it's arm over the top of a name .. "Roberts". as I drove off I slammed the brakes on and goosebumps climbed from the tips of my toes to the ends of my hairs ... My oldest brothers name is Robert .. I have goosebumps again telling this story ... Anyway .. At the time my brother was in Afghanistan ... I began to pray a prayer to God asking for His protection and safety ... About two weeks later we found out that his platoon had been fired upon .. 14 of his comrades lost their lives .. his life had been spared .. All praise , glory, and Honor, be to Gods name
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