An Angel Lost Its Feather

By Irene A. Vaden

Angels are ever popular. Angels are more prevalent today People dream and talk of angels. How fun. How energizing. How fantasizing, how real. Some see angels. Some dont. We know they are important. Our expectations are high. Some people will confess they saw an angel and expound on it. Others try not to think about it in fear.

This story plays out the role of three children who delve into angels thinking they will get an angel of their own, and they instead get into real trouble. How dare they. Jealousy being a main factor because they want an angel of their own. books are studied by the children and playing out the part on contact. Alas. They cant get out of what they are doing.

Learning the hard way, changes come into their lives.

• Language: English
• Publisher: WestBow Press
• Release date: Apr 24, 2018
• ISBN: 9781973625100

Irene A. Vaden

Irene Vaden was born in Sitka, Alaska and has lived there all her life and did not leave Sitka until she was nineteen. She is Tlingit of the Multiplying Wolf House. Her Moiety is Wolf and Irene is a loner in a structural way. She still lives in Sitka.

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AN

ANGEL

LOST ITS

FEATHER

IRENE A. VADEN

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Copyright © 2018 Irene A. Vaden.

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ISBN: 978-1-9736-2509-4 (sc)

ISBN: 978-1-9736-2510-0 (e)

Library of Congress Control Number: 2018904121

WestBow Press rev. date: 4/23/2018

CONTENTS

Acknowledgement

Preface

CHAPTER 1      Blessed Forest

CHAPTER 2      Gabriel II

CHAPTER 3      Confessing

CHAPTER 4      Dumb Searching

CHAPTER 5      Over Night At Blessed Forest

CHAPTER 6      Danger

CHAPTER 7      Discouraged Beyond Belief

CHAPTER 8      Just You Wait And See

CHAPTER 9      Tattletale Bess

CHAPTER 10    It’s You

CHAPTER 11    Spending The Night At Grandmother’s

CHAPTER 12    Angels Sent To Help

CHAPTER 13    Contest At Church

CHAPTER 14    Tea Party

CHAPTER 15    Spiritual Warfare

CHAPTER 16    Hello And Goodbye

Epilogue

ACKNOWLEDGEMENT

Thank you to a special friend, not only to me but my entire family. Ray Majeski is a retired Harbor Master, was a police officer, and took some seminary classes to be a priest. How good is that? After reading my earlier manuscript in its rough draft, Ray had contributed some ideas to the book. He said it was delightful reading, suspenseful, and exciting, and he couldn’t put it down until the end. Ray had experienced a visitation from an angel years ago when he was driving his vehicle across country so my story held an interest for him.

Vienna, my daughter - She has not read my story; instead has helped in the technical complications of computer language: How come its doing that? What does that mean? Can you fix it? How do I get this off of here (picture, or it shrank down, or I have two pages instead of one). Without her computer knowledge, I would have failed miserably and given up my book and quietly put it away.

I give special thanks to friends with their own true angel visitation, not to mention the fact that it is so true and so unbelievable to my ears and so humbling; and then, to ‘get to’ add it to my story.

I thank my sisters for allowing me to use their names in the story. It adds a variety of taste to the situation. The book required an aunt Midge, a make-believe Betty’s Store, and a posh teen store named Josephine.

I give a special thanks to the Alaska Computer Center. They helped to fix and adjust my lap top in a timely manner, (four times). They knew I was ready to publish and my lap top acted up. (I have a Windows 8)

To friends who know this book is in progress and they will say to me, I want one, and I will read it. How comforting and encouraging.

PREFACE

This book began while I was sitting at the water’s edge enjoying the quiet of the morning, seals in the water playing, boats moving over the water, and it was a sunny day. I had a spiral note book in my car and I started to write. I had no plans in mind for this book; No outline, no beginning, middle, and ending. No thought of writing about angels. Not even a thought given to writing – of any kind.

I would write until I used up my imagination then I would leave the writing alone.

When the time was right, I would simply write again in my spiral notebook. There was no thought to what I was going to say next or to finish the book either. I would just one day sit down and start writing. This book was a long time in the making because I had no thought for any ‘next chapter’. I just wrote. You see, the Holy Spirit directed me in this book. Why? I never questioned Him. Beside, I would lose my writing material as I had a car that was used for everything so there was no storage, filing, and proper use of my material. I would accidentally find it and start writing again.

You will find in Chapter 12 angel stories that are real. I have taken the stories from friends to incorporate it into my book, An Angel Lost Its Feather. These true stories are uplifting and the book comes more alive.

Upon finishing this book and being amazed by it, I thought, you know what? The Holy Spirt directed the men of the Bible to write the Bible. That’s how it works with the Holy Spirit at least in my way of thinking.

Every chapter has angels and the children work to have one of their own. That’s how children work when they really want something. Every chapter has its own action undertaking. In this day and age of action, book writers are competing against action-movies. People like something they connect to and to be energized after a movie they have seen. That’s how people are today – action.

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CHAPTER 1

BLESSED FOREST

M ichael and Mary were two heavenly angels who scouted a place called Blessed Forest where twelve boys and girls from a middle school would be visiting in several hours. Those boys and girls were selected throughout the school year because they had participated in several essay achievement programs. Each student was picked from different classes for various projects that said they were outstanding. Their good works got them a special award which was to visit Blessed Forest before it was even opened to the public. What a privilege.

The angel Mary swept the picnic area with her wings and she hummed a tune that was soft. Her wings sweeping the forest floor came as a warm- breeze to the area. As she hummed, heavenly streams of sun light passed down through the clouds, down through the trees and sparkled down to where butterflies danced and played over colorful wild flowers.

Mary was happy that all was well in the forest and reported to angel Michael that the place was now ready for the youngsters. The angel Mary glowed with a soft radiance and she too waited in happiness for the children.

Angel Michael nodded to Mary then watched the opening to Blessed Forest, which it really was, because after all, weren’t they there. He watched with intensity that only an angel would possess and he watched with approval as twelve energetic youngsters came bounding into the play area with lots of noise and energy.

Red haired Timothy, who was 12 years old, came first into the forest. He had a way of being first in most things that sometimes got him into trouble.

His 11 year old sister, Bess, came next. She had red hair too; only more red. Friends said surely they must be twins; however, Timothy declared no way – NEVER. Even though Timothy would not have Bess as his twin sister, she became his constant shadow. She followed him into all kinds of adventure and even though trouble was never planned, it just happened. Like the time they did not wait for their mother to make lunch for them; instead they decided to be helpful because of mother’s absence.

Bess brought fresh home-made bread from a bread keeper and laid it on the kitchen table along with peanut butter and jelly. Naturally Timothy prepared his sandwich first. All went fine until he decided that Bess, his sister needed help with her sandwich making.

No way, Bess yanked the spreading knife away from Timothy, I want to do my own thank you very much.

Timothy chuckled to himself knowing a challenge was on, Come on Bess, I’ll show you exactly how to make it perfect.

Nope, declared Bess.

Timothy grabbed the spreading knife away from Bess. Then and there, they wrestled silently over the spreading knife that Timothy had wrestled away from Bess with unnecessary force, and he held it high over her head. Bess shoved her brother, who lost his balance and tumbled to the floor. As he fell, he grabbed his sister, who grabbed the table cloth and both went to the floor along with the peanut butter, jelly, and bread. The jelly jar emptied its content on impact. Timothy’s sandwich that was fully loaded with the peanut butter and jelly burst from between the bread and smeared across the floor, and the children lay amid the mess.

Now look what you did, hollered Bess.

Me! If you didn’t grab like you always do, this wouldn’t have happened, Timothy hollered right back into her face.

Upon hearing the children’s scream of rage, mother came rushing into the kitchen. She stopped, gasped, and threw her hand into the air. She had just cleaned, mopped, and shined the kitchen floor.

Just look at this mess – both of you; out!

Timothy tried to leave the kitchen in an orderly manner, but Bess slipped on the peanut butter mess and bumped back into Timothy, who again sat back onto the messy floor. Both children leaped from the floor and bolted for the door to the safety of outside.

Don’t say anything, Bess threatened; her eyes wide with anger.

We’ll be lucky if we get to go the Blessed Forest tomorrow, Timothy snapped at his sister, I’ve only been waiting a year to see the park. No one has been allowed to see it until it’s all done.

Mother, however, had already signed the permission slips for the field trip that was to be held the very next day, and as luck would have it, the peanut butter incident was forgotten because the next morning Mother helped prepare her children for the trip, and she sent them off with hugs and kisses.

GO. Have fun. Play, Jump, and enjoy the day, she commanded playfully. She was ready to have them gone for the day.

Now, here they were, at the park. Timothy bound off the bus and ran toward the Blessed Forest. He was full of excitement and with high expectations; only to stop