I would like to believe that life is not at all complex. Every thing around us are binary: big or small; high or low; black or white; old or new. The list goes on. It is actually men who make things complicated for themselves. Anyway, the one thing I have always believed in is that there are angels—the good and the bad.


I was in high school when I learned about birth angels. I was born on a Tuesday, and according to my mother, my birth angel is St. Raphael. St. Raphael is one of seven Archangels who stand before the throne of the Lord. […] Raphael’s name means “God heals.” This identity came about because of the biblical story which claims that he “healed” the earth when it was defiled by the sins of the fallen angels in the apocryphal book of Enoch. Raphael is also identified as the angel who moved the waters of the healing sheep pool. He is also the patron of the blind, of happy meetings, of nurses, of physicians and of travelers. Aside from a rosary, I remember having always carried a small figure of St. Raphael in my purse wherever I go.

I don’t know if anyone has really seen an angel upfront, but I believe that angels do exist. Let me cite a few personal examples to support my claim here.

When my family and I were at a trying situation, it came to a point that Mom and Dad had exhausted all possible resources. One day, they were both sitting in the couch, thinking. On their own, they prayed for God’s mercy, to just give them a sign on how our family’s going to get through the day. On the other hand, I was on my way home from work when I asked Dad their whereabouts. He said they were at home, wondering what to feed us for dinner. I told them to get ready because we’re going to do the groceries that very same day. Mom and Dad burst into tears upon receiving my message, thinking God has answered their prayers in an instant. Angels come in different forms. Your angel may not necessarily be dressed in ethereal clothing nor has halo and wings, but your angel may be a friend, a neighbor, a family member, or a loved one.

I also believe that our guardian angels work every minute of every day. I know many of us has been stuck in terrible traffic or has missed the bus/train on our way to work. There are also times when we were already halfway through our destination when we realize we left something important at home. Whenever I’m in a similar situation, I don’t think of it as a coincidence. I consider it a work of my angel, saving me from another awful situation such as accidents or something else that depicts danger. In my head, I say a short prayer of gratitude, knowing that I’m being taken care of.

The next time you find yourself inconvenienced for no particular reason, no matter how much in a hurry you are, think of your angel doing you a favor. Relax. He’s just taking orders from God; doing his job to protect you.

4 thoughts on “Coincidence?

  1. I love angels and this may sound surprising, but I collect angel figurines since I was young. I remember praying to St. Michael (my favorite archangel) when I was stuck on the road with no vacant jeepneys. In less than two or five minutes, a jeepney with the name “St. Michael” written in blue ink appeared! It has lots of space to accommodate me and from then on, I always pray to St. Michael more in times of need.


    • I do that, too, Nic! It gives me the creeps because it’s true. Little miracles can be overwhelming. :)

      P.S. I want to say something else, but thought better of it. Go figure. Hihihi. ;)


      • True! Many times I was tempted to pray something like, “Teach me swim!’but I know it would not be answered easily.

        I can’t figure what you meant. I’ll “go figure” skating na lang!



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