Everyone Has a Gift

My dear friends, we love you so very much,

Everyone who crosses your path has a gift for you. There is purpose in every single one of your human interactions, no matter how small and insignificant they might seem. There is a dance going on, universally, with only one intention – to guide each and every one of you back into the arms of Love, back into the realization that you can never be separate from the Divine. Dear ones, everyone is offering you a gift that can help you on this journey. It is your task to "unwrap thePresence."

It is easy to recognize the gift of love in the kind souls. It is much harder to recognize this gift in the unkind ones. We spoke of this last week. They are often in front of you to help you remember to love yourself, to have compassion but not pity, to "forgive them, for they know not what they do."

It is sometimes difficult to see how those who are in need are a gift, but they too help you learn and grow into greater love. Perhaps they help you see you have something to give. They help you value yourself and your talents more. Or they might simply be placing demands upon you so you can learn good boundaries or to honor your time and resources more than you have in the past.

Some souls offer you the chance to say a loving "yes" while others give you the opportunity to practice a loving "no." So look around you. Instead of saying, "Why are they doing that?" with contempt and judgment, ask yourself a different question... "How does this moment offer me an opportunity to grow into more love for myself first, then others."

If you choose to love yourselves first, you are naturally going to be more loving. If you choose to care for yourselves first, you will by nature, wish to care for others. If you give, give from the love of doing so, because it honors your spirit and desire to give. If it does not, don't.

Be authentic dear ones in all your interactions. Be loving and kind to yourself and others... even when you set a boundary, even when you "draw the line," even when you have to walk away.

Every moment, and every human interaction is an opportunity for love. The moments you choose to love yourself and others are the ones that have deep and lasting value in your lives.

God Bless You! We love you so very much.

-- The Angels

Message From Ann 

I am always in awe of the way our prayers are answered. I was rushing around last week, out to buy some groceries, and praying that I could stay in my spiritual center in the midst of so much going on. Lo and behold, I was stopped in front of the store by a homeless man. He wore ragged pants, a black tattered shirt, and a big hat. He looked like a slender version of "Indiana Jones" from the "Raiders of the lost Ark" movies. But something was different about his energy. Itwas way more dignified than his appearance.

As he approached, I wondered if he was going to ask me for money and was already tuning in asking God what I should do, when I heard, "Just listen." Instead of money he asked me if I was going to a nearby store. I wasn't but said I could grab some groceries if he needed something. "Could you get me some almond milk," he requested, and proceeded to hand me some money for it.

He said he'd meet me in front of it but didn't want to go in because he had a shopping cart full of stuff. "Sure," I answered. Easy request.

So I drove to the store, while he pushed his cart, which was the funniest looking cart I'd ever seen, bigger than normal ones and loaded up with piles of clothing and stuff including a big screen TV. Something wasn't right with this picture, but I had no desire to do anything other than get the man his almond milk and get my groceries. Still hurrying, I got stuck in a slow checkout line. By this time knew spirit was up to something.

Outside the store, I handed this ragged homeless man his almond milk and gave him $1 back because it was on sale. As he thanked me, he looked into my eyes and I may as well have been hit by lightning. Deep piercing oceans of blue Divine love looked at me through those eyes. There was no separation. Soul to soul it didn't matter what roles we played on this earth... or beyond – he looked a lot like one of my spirit guides who has been known to make an appearance or two. In that moment, therewas only the dance of the Divine.

I went to get into my car and when I turned around I didn't see where he'd gone. It didn't matter. I was deeply rooted in my spiritual center, and somewhere, in some dimension, this man was enjoying his almond milk.

I love this quote from Hebrews... "Do not neglect to show hospitality to strangers, for thereby some have entertained angels unawares." I may never know exactly who or what this man was for certain – the angels won't tell me everything, but I know energy, and I felt in that instant of connection the answer to my prayers.

So when you are guided to help someone, maybe, just maybe, they're helping you too! This week try to find the "Gift of Presence" as the angels like to say...

1. If someone is kind to you

Be Gracious and bless them with your gratitude.

2. If someone is unkind

As the angels like to say, metaphorically, "Don't dignify the devil." Walk away, remain silent, send love, pray. Honor your own bright spirit even when other's don't.

3. If someone is in need

See if you are genuinely guided and motivated to give. If not honor your own knowing and guidance. If you are, do so with a glad heart. In either case, celebrate... you have chosen love!

I love you all!
Ann

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ShelleyT 14th June 2016 11:46 am

Throwing in another almond milk gratis might have been nice too

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Ann Albers

Ann Albers is a popular spiritual instructor, angel communicator, lecturer, and author. She is a traditional Reiki master and a modern mystic who delights in distilling ancient wisdom into practical, down-to-earth tools for modern living. Ann's passion and purpose is teaching others to tap into the power and beauty of their souls, as well as helping people connect with the love and wisdom of their angels.

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