My wife and I live across the street from a beautiful park. When the park was under construction, the Lord told me, "That's your park". "Cool", I said. "Now, take it!" the Lord said. So, some of the neighbors and I got together and organized sort of a park patrol team. We'd go out into the park at night, 2 x 2, informing people that the park closes at dusk and, "we're sorry, but you'll have to leave". Most of the time, people left, without incident, usually apologizing for being in the park when it was closed. I would always walk the park with my neighbor, Bill. One night, Bill wasn't feeling well so, I went on patrol alone. I was coming near the end of my patrol when I saw 2 huge guys sitting in the last gazebo. I mean, when I say 'huge", not only were they tall, they were fat. Not to mention, they were clearly smoking marijuana. I said, under my breath, "Ok, Lord. You said this was my park. Here we go". As I approached them, I said, "Hi guys." They grunted something. "My name is Frank, I'm the captain of the neighborhood crime watch. This park closes at dusk, so I'm afraid you're going to have to leave." They looked me up and down and said, "Who's going to make us leave? YOU?"  Then, they started to laugh. I laughed along with them and said, "You don't really think I'd be stupid enough to come out here at night by myself, do you?" They looked around and, seeing nobody, they got up and started walking toward me. You need to picture this. 2 huge guys walking toward me and the black Delaware river behind me from approximately a 30 foot drop. So, I did what anyone would do. I took off my jacket. (Don't ask me what I was going to do! I had NO plan!) All that ran through my head was, "Uh, Lord? A little help here!" Just as the 2 guys got in front of me, the 3 of us hear a 'whirring' noise like that of a helicopter. The sound was getting louder and louder, closer and closer, we all look up and we see 2 lights beaming straight down on us! These guys then look at me, and I look at them with a half cocked grin. They scream their apologies at me and run away as fast as they possibly could. I honestly didn't think fat guys could run that fast. The 'helicopter' flies away, and I, trying desperately to remain cool, wait for those guys to be out of sight, and I dart home! I open the door to my house, run upstairs, tell Christina the whole story and she says to me, "It was probably an Angel. I wouldn't be surprised if the only people able to see and hear that 'helicopter' was just the 3 of you." My wife. So "natural" with the SUPERnatural.

Psalm 91:11 (NIV) - For he will command his angels concerning you to guard you in all your ways.