"We offer help, guidance, and support in all situations. But when you are afraid, disoriented, or in danger, we draw near—doing all we can to keep you safe."
Chapter 14: Protection. Re-reading Sea of Miracles Together.
This post is part of my book, Sea of Miracles: An Invitation from the Angels. In this series, I’m revisiting the book—reflecting on it, fifteen years later—with fresh eyes and deeper understanding.
If you’d like to follow along, all the chapters and reflections are gathered here.
Introduction There are moments when angelic presence becomes unmistakable—not just a shimmer at the edge of perception, but a force that steps in. Especially when we are frightened, lost, or alone, their nearness intensifies. In those moments, protection isn’t an idea. It’s an experience.
Over the years, I’ve read thousands of stories from people who encountered that presence—people who felt guided, warned, held. Some stories are subtle. Others are miraculous. All are expressions of the same truth: that we are never truly alone.
The angels showed me: We offer help, guidance, and support in all situations. But when you are afraid, disoriented, or in danger, we draw near—doing all we can to keep you safe.
Chapter Fourteen:
Protection
All angelic activity is protective in some way. But Heaven seems to hold a special tenderness for the vulnerable—children, teenagers, and the elderly.
Angels guide children home when they wander. They nudge them away from danger, comfort them through the chaos of adolescence, and walk with them into the unknowns of adulthood—career, relationships, family life. And in countless, invisible ways, they intervene: catching someone just before a fall, steadying a ladder, whispering a warning that redirects a life.
But perhaps the most unforgettable stories I’ve heard are what I’ve come to call Angel Taxi stories.
Again and again, I’ve read accounts of a young person—lost or stranded after car trouble, a missed train, or a delayed connection in a foreign country—when suddenly, help appears. A vehicle pulls up: a taxi, a truck, sometimes even a boat. The driver is a stranger, but something about them feels different. They speak the same language. Their eyes are kind. And they seem to know exactly what’s needed.
In the stories our readers shared, many described traveling alone for the first time—disoriented, without a working phone, unsure of the language, and confused by unfamiliar signs and streets. Then, just when things felt most uncertain, a vehicle appeared—from around a corner, down a deserted road, or out of the fog. The driver offered a ride: to a hostel, a hotel, a summer rental. Sometimes, the ride was free. Sometimes the driver was gone before they could even say thank you.
In one story, the cab driver turned out to be an American—who was, unbelievably, from the kid;s own hometown. In another story, a young woman remembered vividly being stranded, unsure of how to get back to her hotel. She was standing alone when a bus pulled up beside her—on a road where no buses ran. She was the only passenger. The driver didn’t ask for her address. He just took her to the door. It wasn’t until she stepped safely inside that she realized: he had known exactly where to go.
You may wonder, as I often did while reading these stories: Why didn’t they ask questions?How did you find me?Who are you? But when I spoke with the people who’d had these encounters, every one of them said the same thing: I can’t explain it - I’m usually much more skeptical. But in that moment, something happened. It was as if they were held inside a force field of protection—calm, clear, trusting. They simply knew this person had been sent to help. It wasn’t until later, once they were safely home, that the questions returned.
And just as importantly: when we don’t feel that certainty—when something feels off, when trust doesn’t arise—that, too, may be guidance. The angels speak not only through the presence of safety, but also through the absence of it. The tightening in your chest, the hesitation in your gut—these may be their way of saying: Not this way. Not this one.
Conclusion We often think of protection in physical terms—locks, alarms, contingency plans. But the kind of protection the angels offer moves through a different field. It’s a presence, a knowing, a timely appearance that changes everything.
Sometimes it looks like coincidence. Sometimes it looks like a stranger with kind eyes and a steering wheel. But at its core, it’s love in motion. A reminder that there are forces in this world—ancient, tender, attentive—that care deeply about our safety, our direction, our return home.
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