Hello friends,

The most magical aspect of living life with a belief in angels is, for me, the never ending mystery of the eternal wonder..... the hows? the whys? the whoas!, ... and definitely the wows!

Last weekend, as I was sitting having one of my lengthy discussions about the direction of my work with my colleague/friend Richard, there was a ring at the doorbell. My husband came into the office indicating that I should come to the door. Excusing myself from the middle of my 'telephone meeting' I begrudgingly hung up and went to the door to see what was so important.

There stood a small boy, head stooped, withdrawn, and holding his coat in his hands. Brian looked at me and shrugged questioningly, "he says he has run away", he whispered.

I went down the door step to the boy's level and gently asked him his name, and how I could help him.
"Matthew, I've run away", he said. "They won't listen, and it's not fair".
"Where have you come from Matthew, where do you live?"
"Braintree" he answered. (That's about 7 miles away).
"And you walked all this way, through the country roads and lanes?... what time did you leave home?"
"About 11.30."
" I'll bet you're very thirsty aren't you? It's nearly 4 o'clock."
"OK", said I, "Come on in, and we'll try to sort this out and get you home again".

He was 12, though very slight for his age, and when I finally got a clear look at his beautiful face and those clear blue eyes and long eyelashes I knew he was super-sensitive. I told him a story about my son running away when he was 6, and made him smile.

After three huge slices of fruitcake he drank the apple juice dry and started to tell me the reasons why he felt he had to run away. I felt a pang of pain for him, but also for his worried family.
He didn't know his full address, and had no knowledge of his grandma's phone number, with whom he was staying. He had no mum, but a young brother and an older sister.

It turned out that he had left his family whilst they were shopping.... his poor nan, I knew she'd be distraught. And so, at his suggestion ( because he had run away once before), we phoned the police. They had been searching for him since 11.45 that morning and had even dispatched helicopters around the area. They told us that as he has autism, and they clearly feared for his safety.

I asked him why he had walked past all the houses in the other villages as he'd walked through the countryside and yet not stopped to ask for help. He shrugged.

I asked him if he knew why he had turned into our lane, and then finally knocked at our door. No, he just liked the look of the door, so rang the bell!

The police came straight away and after my brief explanation of the reasons he had given me they escorted him away in their car, back to his family.
Of course I've changed his name! And, sadly, I've no way of knowing how it turned out. As he left I gave him a hug and he thanked me for being kind..., and in my mind I surrounded him in light asking the angels to go with him.

But, perhaps there was no need for me to do that...... I believe that's why he came to us in the first place. Because after all, his angels must have been guiding him along a very dangerous twisted and busy country road, protecting him and guiding him to a 'safe house'.

How intriguing. What a privilege.And that's why I'm busy, and continue doing this work.


Lots of love,
and may the angels always protect and guide you in difficult times, to a safe space!

Chrissie xxx