The Thief Who Had a Change of Heart

I used to be a very anxious mother (now I’m only mildly anxious!) and there was no one I would pray more for than my daughter, Isla.  I used to pray for her every time she left the house, as well as during typical bedtime prayers, which would go something like this:

I call upon Archangel Michael (the angel of protection) and a hundred billion trillion angels of Heaven to surround Isla with the pure Love and Light of God.  Keep her safe from all forms of harm.”

The “hundred billion trillion” part is probably overkill I admit, but I always want Spirit to know I mean business when it comes to Isla and I want an All-Hands-on-Deck response when I pray.

But there was one night I forgot to pray for Isla before she left the house, and what happened next is the subject of this particular story.

Not long after she turned 18 and was old enough (by UK standards) to go out to pubs with her friends, I was awoken by a knock at the front door at around 1 am on a Saturday morning.  I rushed downstairs in a panic to find Isla at the door – locked out.

She had been at a local pub, not more than a minute away from our house, and had left her handbag unattended whilst she and friends played a game of pool.  After they were finished, Isla discovered her bag had been stolen, which included all her money, her phone, her camera, her wallet, her ID, and her house keys.  Isla’s friend had also been robbed; her wallet had been taken from her bag, although the bag itself remained.

Isla and her friend asked the bar staff to look through the security camera footage to see if they could identify the culprit, but the footage was no help.  Instead, they walked to the local police station to report the theft, only to find it closed for the night due to budget cuts.  

When she told me what happened, I could see tears forming in her eyes.  I was heartbroken for her.  No one likes to see their child upset.  Nevertheless, I knew there was something I could do.

“Mam will pray,”  I said.  “It will be alright, you’ll see.” And we both went to bed.

I lay in the dark, silently chastising my team of a “hundred billion trillion angels” for their obvious lapse in protection duty.  I was angry, to say the least.

Then I remembered something: I hadn’t actually prayed for her that particular evening.  I had gone to bed early, before Isla had left the house, feeling tired and under the weather.

Now I was really pissed! “Just because I missed one time doesn’t mean you’re off duty,” I yelled – silently!  “Don’t you know by now I want her to be safe ALL the time?”    After I was done silently yelling, it was time to pray.

Years prior, I had heard Sonia Choquette, the famous Hay House author and teacher of mine, tell a story about when her daughter lost her wallet – and how it was returned after she prayed.  Remarkably, someone just opened the front door of their house and tossed the missing wallet inside.

I prayed like Sonia had done with her daughter. 

Nothing is lost in the Mind of God.  I ask all the angels of Heaven to retrieve Isla’s bag, and all its contents, asap.”

Then I tried to fall asleep until I remembered that Isla’s house key had been stolen, along with her ID with our home address on printed it!  I got up in a flash and called the police, reaching a call centre on the Scottish mainland.  

After getting our locks changed in the morning, I called on all the angels again, reminding them to bring Isla’s bag back, and that now would be a good time for them to get on with it.  I was still angry with them.  

Sunday came and went, then Monday, and there was still no sign of Isla’s bag.  I started to doubt if it was really possible for the bag to be returned along with everything it contained.  Then I thought about the person who had taken my daughter’s bag and her friend’s wallet.  “What kind of person does that?” I wondered to myself.  “The kind of person who is hurt,” I heard in silent reply.

I felt bad for not thinking of that myself.  Yes, of course, only a hurt person causes hurt to others.  I asked the angels to surround the thief with pure Divine Love and Light so that their hurt might be healed.  Then I released the bag to the angels to do with as they pleased.

The next day, Isla phoned me from her work asking me to tell the police to call off the search.  Her bag and been returned and she would tell me all about it when she got home.

As it turned out, an old classmate of Isla’s visited her at work that day and handed over the stolen bag and wallet – including all the contents.   The female thief claimed she had “accidentally” picked up Isla’s bag – and reached inside the friend’s bag for the wallet –  by “mistake.”    

The crappy cover-story made me laugh, but I didn’t care.  Isla was happy and the thief had a change of heart.

Louise x