Feathers, Feathers Everywhere…

Dear Reader:

Something strange is going on with me and feathers lately. Suddenly they are turning up everywhere…stepping out of my car and (bing!) there is one on the driveway when I step down, or hiding behind some books on a book shelf I am cleaning, or finding a Christmas ornament that apparently disappeared at Christmas and now has reappeared as a clear glass ornament with a beautiful white feather within.

What is going on? I looked up the meaning behind finding feathers and this is what I learned.

“Feathers appear when angels are near.” This line seems to be the most consistent interpretation in my on-going research. My feather-finding experiences, of late, started when I began walking with Vickie and Maggie most afternoons.. I would bend down to pat Maggie or untangle her lease and close by would be a feather…mostly white or ones with blue or gray stripes.

Then Monday night, actually early Tuesday morning, I woke up around 4:00 and was wide awake. So lying there in the dark I made up my mind that this was the day to start cleaning out the computer room with hundreds of books, packed to the hilt, on the shelves. (The last big room from this past summer’s major clean-out.)

Here are some of the bags and boxes I am giving Dr. Linda Karges-Bone at CSU to help her students entering the educational field.

It was while I was dusting and cleaning off shelves that suddenly a little feather would come floating down from the shelf. At first, I didn’t think much about it…but then it started happening over and over. (The only feathers I remember ever having while doing workshops were some I wore in an ”Indian Rain Dance’ I did with children in their social studies classes.) The falling feathers were a mystery to me.

And then I found this Christmas ornament with the feather inside on a book shelf. I dusted off my memory, as well as, the shelf and remembered receiving this ornament that contained a message with it.

The guardian angel feather symbolizes God’s care for his people through the presence of angels. It is written in Psalm 91:11 “For He shall give His angels charge over thee, to keep thee in all thy ways.”

I have cleaned and cleared out two book cabinets and the computer desk…seven bags and two boxes of stuff removed, a few replaced, dusted and cleaned. The biggest chore is left…the closet of shelves where the vast majority of my books lie….Wish me luck! This project will take two to three days minimum.

*These two book cases were crammed with books and now…after…

My desk computer table and surrounding area had so many books stacked up that I was slowly getting swallowed up by them.

One of the most moving scenes in the movie  Forrest Gump is the beginning and the ending of the movie…when the feather circles Gump implying something new is about to happen in his life and in the closing the feather returns to heaven….the cycle has gone full circle. The Forrest Gump theme song is actually called the Feather Theme or the Feather Song...simple title to a most beautiful song.

Forrest Gump – Feather ending – YouTube

(*Forrest Gump opens and closes with the image of a white feather floating through the air. In the opening, it comes to rest in Forrest’s suitcase. At the end, it flies back up into the air, helping to symbolize the cycle that has now been completed—specifically, the cycle of life and death, and one of new beginnings.)

 Don’t we all love the thought that angels are around us looking after us and some are special ones. guardian angels, assigned to us for important occasions? My brother, Ben, wrote about this in his personal story about his Vietnam experience. He felt their presence on several occasions.

During one battle, he heard a voice telling him to leave the foxhole he was in immediately…(excerpt)

“In the midst of all this, something happened. Suddenly everything around ceased being so loud. I became very calm and felt a ‘presence’ close by. Everything going on around me looked as if it was in slow motion. I ‘heard’ a voice tell me to leave my current position immediately! The tone of the “voice’ was quiet but insistent.

(Seconds later his bomb crater exploded…destroyed by a round of mortars.)

That night Ben, once again, reflected on the “voice” he heard and commented:

“I spent the night thinking about what had transpired during the fight. Recalling the ‘Presence’ gave me a feeling of calmness. I remembered the Voice; it had no distinction. It was neither male nor female and as odd as this will read, the Voice was not “heard” in the usual sense. Instead, I felt the Voice rather than heard it. Was this the nearness of an angel?”

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So until tomorrow…May we all have “Someone to Watch Over Me.”

“Today is my favorite day”  Winnie the Pooh

Mollie called me about her friend, Amy, who goes in the hospital next week to start four days of intensive chemo. She asked me about socks, or a knit cap or what did I like. I told her all those ideas were great but our church makes “Prayer Shawls” (Susan Cadwell made and gave me one which I still treasure) and I told her I thought that would be really special.

So I went and picked out a purple one for Mollie since she had mentioned that lymphoma cancer (Amy’s type of cancer) is symbolized by purple. I hope it brings Amy comfort and fast healing to return to her family, husband, and two little adorable tykes.

*Anne and I went to lunch yesterday after meeting at the church to select a prayer shawl. We discussed how each of us have a problem that is going to take an “angel” to help us out.

My problem centered around the commode on the B&B side that has been overflowing when flushed…there was a lot of talk about having to replace the whole thing and rebuild the floor, etc. etc. etc. All I could think was “Not now…not right before the holidays.” But we managed to postpone the major renovation and fix the commode so it flushes properly…now I have to pray it lasts for quite awhile in order to save up for long-term renovations. But still…Whew…thanks Angel!

Then I received this email from Anne…and she had found an angel too at Advanced Auto Parts! Here is her dilemma and solution.

Well, I met yet another angel at Advanced Auto Parts at the end of Bacon’s Bridge Rd.  This angel’s name is Nikki and she showed me where I needed to disconnect the wires serving the lock on the gasoline door.

I cranked the knob and out popped the connection and I was able to open the gas tank door.  I showed her the gas cap and said it wasn’t fitting properly- could she possibly have a replacement? She said it wasn’t likely for a 1999 Mercedes station wagon but she’d check.

She looked it up on the computer and said she hadn’t EVER seen anything like that on the shelf but the computer indicated there was a match. She brought it out and said, “Go ahead and see if it fits, but it isn’t likely.”  It fit perfectly! $12.95, thank God! And I made it to the gas station ⛽️ before I ran out of gas!

Loving those angels!

 

 

 

 

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About Becky Dingle

I was born a Tarheel but ended up a Sandlapper. My grandparents were cotton farmers in Laurens, South Carolina and it was in my grandmother’s house that my love of storytelling began beside an old Franklin stove. When I graduated from Laurens High School, I attended Erskine College (Due West of what?) and would later get my Masters Degree in Education/Social Studies from Charleston Southern. I am presently an adjunct professor/clinical supervisor at CSU and have also taught at the College of Charleston. For 28 years I taught Social Studies through storytelling. My philosophy matched Rudyard Kipling’s quote: “If history were taught in the form of stories, it would never be forgotten.” Today I still spread this message through workshops and presentations throughout the state. The secret of success in teaching social studies is always in the story. I want to keep learning and being surprised by life…it is the greatest teacher. Like Kermit said, “When you’re green you grow, when you’re ripe you rot.”
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6 Responses to Feathers, Feathers Everywhere…

  1. bcparkison says:

    God’s promise is to always be here for us. His angels are everywhere.Our blog friend from England finds white feathers often from her mothe rwho has passed. Our God is good.

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  2. Rachel Edwards says:

    Yes…thank the good Lord for Angels watching over us everyday.

    On Nov 10, 2017 6:04 AM, “Chapel of Hope Stories” wrote:

    > Becky Dingle posted: ” Dear Reader: Something strange is going on with me > and feathers lately. Suddenly they are turning up everywhere…stepping out > of my car and (bing!) there is one on the driveway when I step down, or > hiding behind some books on a book shelf I am cle” >

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    • Becky Dingle says:

      I think I need more than one guardian angel to keep me on the right path and not losing car keys….so glad they are around…always need some extra help.

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  3. Hello Becky.
    I am that blog friend to whom ‘bcparkison’ refers in her comment. I have found feathers in the most unlikely places, and have kept every single one of them, in a large lidded jar, with a label on it saying: Found Feathers.

    Before my mother passed (another Angel Feather believer) she and I sat having a coffee together in her home, just the two of us, chatting away and putting the world to rights. But our conversation turned to showing proof of existence after either of us passed away, and right there and then we promised each other that who-ever passed on first would leave ‘messages’ for each other of ________ (fill in the blank space), We both agree two different things we would try to bring to each other. One of my mothers choices was white feathers.

    After my mother passed away, (several years after that conversation), I began to find feathers. In the dining room. On the kitchen work top. Inside the back closed in porch (it had doors so it was totally contained). Everywhere. But … I kept thinking that although they seemed to be from my mum, I couldn’t be totally, absolutely certain. I wanted proof.

    Then one day I went shopping with my husband. I parked the car outside the store we wanted to visit and got out. I locked the car and walked towards the front of the car. My eyes were down, getting ready to climb up the kerb in front of my car. Nothing was hiding any part of the car. Anything on the floor would have been seen.

    We visited the store but weren’t in there very long as they sadly didn’t have what we wanted. So, we went back to the car . . . and that’s where I found my absolute proof.

    I walked to the car and as I stepped down the kerb, again with my eyes looking down, there it was. I stood frozen, gasping. “Oh my goodness! OH MY GOODNESS!”. There, on the ground, was the biggest white feather I’d ever seen. Totally white, no other colours or even suggestions of colours. White, and huge!

    Now here’s the thing … that feather wasn’t just laying on the ground. That feather was tucked under the front, drivers side, wheel. Not tucked so that I could pull it out. This was held firmly under the wheel.

    You might think that perhaps I’d driven over it and that’s how it came to be under the wheel.
    Nope. The feather was at the ‘back’ of the wheel. So I couldn’t have driven over it.

    I asked my husband to see if he could pull it out as I couldn’t. He tried. No, wouldn’t come out.

    I had to get in my car and as carefully as possible nudge the car forward about two inches so that the feather was released. It was a tricky job as the kerb was quite high and I didn’t want to hit it and scratch the front of my car. Eventually the feather was released and mu husband got into the car holding it. Neither of us could work out how that feather had got there. It wasn’t there when we went into the store, I know that for sure.

    I believe that that particular feather was the proof I was waiting for.

    I’ve had feathers since then, some of them appear like little miracles.
    Yes, I’m a believer.
    To those who believe no explanation is necessary. To those who don’t, no explanation is possible.

    A truly fabulous post. I’m so, so thankful to Beverly (bcparkison), for bringing me here. You have a really lovely blog Becky.
    Regards and sending squidges ~ Cobs. x

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  4. Becky Dingle says:

    What a fascinating story! Thank you so much for sharing it….I want to return to this subject when I return from keeping my grandchildren this weekend….I can only imagine how fulfilling these feather sightings have been to you. So many God Winks to go around and I am so glad you saw this feather.

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