Oh well I believe there are angels among us

Sent down to us from somewhere up above

They come to you and me in our darkest hours

To show us how to live, to teach us how to give

To guide us with the light of love ..." -- "Angels Among Us," Alabama

And yes, I do believe in angels, for I have seen them -- not with my eyes but with my heart this past week and probably every day of my life even when I did not notice.

How is it we are so blessed to experience those angels who come upon our doorsteps and hearts without invitation? Though we might not see them as angels, we know they are there. They are the angels who call or who send messages via Facebook and other social media. I had never thought much of the value of Facebook until I pulled it up to see what was going on in the life of my 17-year-old granddaughter. Yes, I keep in touch other ways, but Facebook is just another avenue to watch.

My next-door-neighbors, Dorothy and LaVerne Stieben, were on their way to Cancun for a little vacation timeout. Wow, it looked great as a celebration and I answered, "How come they left us behind?"

Then I read an entry from one of their daughters asking for prayers for their dad. What could have happened? I got in contact and found my healthy, stalwart neighbor had a heart attack in Cancun. With language barriers and different medical systems, this caused tremendous stress over and above his physical problems.

What does this have to do with angels? They were there. After hasty arrangements, the three daughters and son got to the scene to help their mom and dad.

Faceless angels on Facebook and word-of-mouth alerted all for the need of prayer. Those angels were all over the place and flew into action. They continued to show up in Hays and surrounding community -- they baked bread, cookies, cakes and all kinds of goodies. They sold, they bought, they hugged, they spread the "Love for LaVerne" in the bake sale to assist this family.

Love for our neighbors and friends was sure evident in community action and reinforced our belief Hays is a wonderful place to live. No, those angels did not wear wings as pictures show, but we can recognize them by their caring and their deeds. They remain in every corner of our world, and they are so very needed and we thank them dearly.

I only use Facebook occasionally and just had happened to pull up Amber's request for prayers, but I am now a true fan of that site for though we had to leave town for a visit with our daughter, we were able to keep in touch and ask others for prayers. Our prayers for LaVerne and family continue and that they will soon be home and safe.

As I write this on the Sunday before the election, it is also with hope and prayer that what is right for our country will prevail. We might be at a crossroad of what our American tradition and heritage is meant to be.

But regardless of the outcome, our hearts must remain with true Judeo-Christian values -- love of God and of each other as ourselves.

And thank you to all those angels -- those at home, those in service of our country, those on foreign soil and all those who care. God bless America.

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I was walking home from school on a cold winter day

Took a shortcut through the woods, and I lost my way

It was getting late, and I was scared and alone

Then a kind old man took my hand and led me home.

Mama couldn't see him

But he was standing there

And I knew in my heart

He was the answer to my prayers.

Oh, I believe there are angels among us

Sent down to us from somewhere up above.

They come to you and me in our darkest hour

To show us how to live, to teach us how to give

To guide us with a light of love.

When life held troubled times, and had me down on my knees

There's always been someone there to come along and comfort me

A kind word from a stranger, to lend a helping hand

A phone call from a friend, just to say I understand

And ain't it kind of funny that at the dark end of the road

Someone lights the way with just a single ray of hope.

Oh, I believe there are angels among us

Sent down to us from somewhere up above.

They come to you and me in our darkest hour

To show us how to live, to teach us how to give

To guide us with a light of love.

They wear so many faces

Show up in the strangest places

To guide us with their mercy

In our time of need.

Oh, I believe there are angels among us

Sent down to us from somewhere up above.

They come to you and me in our darkest hour

To show us how to live, to teach us how to give

To guide us with a light of love." -- "Angels Among Us," Alabama

Ruth Moriarity is a member of The Hays Daily News Generations advisory group.