Messages from Heaven- Signs in Nature

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In this episode, we share three powerful stories about receiving signs from departed loved ones through unexpected natural phenomena. Each account reveals how ordinary elements of nature – an impossibly blooming lilac bush, a perfectly heart-shaped rock, and a visiting firefly – provided extraordinary comfort to people navigating grief.

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Episode Transcript

Speaker 1 (00:07):
Thank you so much for joining us.
Hello everyone and welcome backto CC Airwaves.

(00:38):
My name is Paige, Mattillo andJoel.
How are you?

Speaker 2 (00:43):
I'm fine, paige, how are you?

Speaker 1 (00:44):
I'm doing really well .
I'm very excited because itseems like we're finally getting
some nice weather.
Winter is turning into springand the sun is finally coming
out, so I could not be happier.

Speaker 2 (00:59):
Oh for sure you can definitely feel a definite
change in the weather pattern.
I think, um, I think there area lot of people out there that
are like me that you know thingsare moving better than they did
back in January and February,when it was really really cold
and everything was stiff.
All your joints weren't working.

Speaker 1 (01:21):
And Joel, I know you hate complainers.
I know you do, but daylightsavings really did a number on
me and I'm finally recovering.

Speaker 2 (01:31):
I really don't understand.
I know I'm sorry, big deal, butI don't know it.
Just it really messes me upevery single year and I know
it's coming and I'm usually fineduring that day and you know,
what I don't quite understand isyou're not even in the
generation where you actuallyhad to physically walk around

(01:52):
the house and change all theclocks.
Everything changesautomatically for you.

Speaker 1 (01:57):
No, there are some things in my house like the oven
and the microwave, but that'sit, my car radio.
So, yeah, no, I shouldn't becomplaining, because it you know
, there are worse things in life.
Anyway, let's get started.
Today we will be sharingmessages from heaven,
specifically focusing on signsin nature.

(02:18):
So I'm going to start us offwith the first story, which was
submitted by Leah M.
The morning of my niece'sfuneral, I woke up with an
unfamiliar heaviness in my chest.
It was a cold October day, butthe air felt sharper than usual.
I stepped outside to gather mythoughts before the funeral.
The trees had already lost alltheir leaves due to the season.

(02:41):
Everything was lifeless aroundme.
My niece was too full of lifeto leave the world so soon.
She was a sweet girl, had a wayof seeing the beauty in
everything.
She loved the lilac bush in mybackyard, the one she would sit
beside for hours in the spring.
She called it her happy place.
But it wasn't spring, it wasOctober and nothing was supposed

(03:02):
to be blooming.
I forced myself to prepare forthe day ahead, ensuring I had
tissues in my coat pocket.
But as I took a final deepbreath before heading to church,
something caught my eye throughthe kitchen window.
A splash of color.
It didn't make sense.
I stepped outside, leavescrunching beneath my shoes and
walked towards the backyard.

(03:23):
My breath caught in my throat.
The lilac bush was in fullbloom.
Not just a few stubbornblossoms, but an explosion of
purple flowers.
The sight was impossible, outof place in the middle of
October, but there it was,flourishing, alive, just as she
had loved it.
I felt my knees weaken aswarmth spread through my chest,
and that moment I knew she wasat peace.

(03:45):
She was telling me in thequietest, most beautiful way
that she was still here, thatshe would always be here.
Tears welled in my eyes, butfor the first time in days, they
weren't just from sorrow, theywere from something deeper
comfort, understanding, maybeeven hope.
At the funeral I spoke aboutthe lilacs how they weren't
supposed to be in bloom, howthey shouldn't have survived the

(04:06):
cold and yet they had.
Just like love does, just likeshe does.

Speaker 2 (04:13):
You don't normally see purple flowers in the fall.

Speaker 1 (04:17):
No, you don't.
I'm used to seeing leaves andtrees Oranges reds, some green,
a lot of brown.

Speaker 2 (04:26):
Right, you might see some things get tricked out by
the weather.
Right, you get that frost, youget that first freeze.
You know, things might then get, like I say, get tricked out by
the weather.

Speaker 1 (04:41):
But rarely any purple .

Speaker 2 (04:42):
But unless it's in a mum, that's probably about the
only place where I would see,where you would even begin to
see.
Purple Might be a mum, butdefinitely not a lilac bush.
That is absolutely something tobehold.

(05:03):
I think I myself would havebeen just taken aback by
something like that.
It's almost like the burningbush in the Bible, right?

Speaker 1 (05:15):
And you know our bereavement coordinator, rhonda,
she often speaks about springand she'll say that it's the
time when hope comes again,because it's kind of the time
when things start to grow andthere's this renewal in the
weather, all of these things.
And when you start to see thoseflowers pop up, you get that
hope for spring.

(05:35):
And I know that when I wasrecently at my house and I
started to see the flowers, Ikind of felt that inside me and
you rarely feel that in the fall.
And the fact house and Istarted to see the flowers, I
kind of felt that inside me andyou rarely feel that in the fall
.
And the fact that she was ableto see these flowers and it was
a sign from her niece, I canonly imagine the feeling she had
inside her.

Speaker 2 (05:52):
Absolutely.
Our second story was submittedby Kelly B.
The ocean had always been aspecial place for my brother and
me.
As kids, we would spend hoursat the beach searching for the
perfect rocks Not seashells ordriftwood, just rocks smooth
ones, speckled ones, tiny onesthat fit between our fingers,

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big ones we had to dig outtogether.
We'd run up to each other,probably showing off our latest
discoveries like they wereburied treasure.
We would create stories aboutthe rocks, imagining where they
came from and who had discoveredthem before.
Celebrities, mermaids, piratesand more all became part of
these stories.
I never really thought about itmuch back then, I just liked

(06:39):
being by his side.
I visited the beach again, thistime without him.
It had been a year since heleft this world and I still
wasn't sure how to move throughit without him.
I bent down and picked up arock, turning it over in my palm
.
It wasn't right, too rough, tooordinary.
I dropped it and kept walking.
The waves crashed against theshore, pulling the tide further

(07:01):
out, revealing more of the sandbeneath my feet.
I knelt down, running myfingers through the damp grains,
just as I had so many timesbefore, and then I saw it A rock
nestled perfectly in the sand,shaped like a heart.
I froze my breath catching inmy throat.
It was smooth, rounded at theedges, as if the waves had spent

(07:25):
years perfecting its shape.
It was impossible, and yetthere it was, waiting for me.
It was him.
It had to be.
I could almost hear his voiceteasing me for getting emotional
over a rock, but I knew.
Just like every stone had astory, this one did too, and it
was ours.
The wind carried my tears awayas I closed my fingers around

(07:48):
the heart-shaped rock, holdingit tight.
The grief was still there,still raw, but for the first
time in a long time, so wassomething else.

Speaker 1 (07:59):
Here I am getting emotional over a rock as well.
That's a beautiful story, and Imean we always say it.
You always find hope in themost unexpected places, and
sometimes that place can be inthe sand.
And she's right.
That rock does represent themin their relationship as brother
and sister and everlasting lovethat comes from that.

(08:22):
Our third story was submittedby Max H.
The reception hall was filledwith laughter, clinking glasses
and the soft glow of candlelight.
It was a beautiful wedding, onethat my wife would have loved.
She always had an eye forelegant details, from the floral
centerpieces to twinklingstring lights hanging above the

(08:42):
dance floor.
I tried to focus on the joy ofthe evening, on the love
surrounding me, but every momentonly made her absence more
noticeable.
This was my first weddingwithout her, the first of so
many things I would have to facealone.
I had made it through theceremony, through the toast and
the dinner.
I even smiled at the slideshowof the bride and groom's journey

(09:04):
together, but when the firstdance began, I felt something
inside me unravel.
I couldn't do it.
I excused myself as quietly asI could, weaving through the
crowd with a forced smile untilI reached the exit.
The night air was crisp, awelcome contrast to the warmth
of the reception hall.
I took a deep breath, trying tosteady myself, to push down the

(09:25):
weight that had been growing inmy chest all evening.
Then I felt it Something lightand delicate landed on my ring
finger.
I looked down and saw a firefly, its tiny body glowing softly
in the darkness.
I froze.
My wife loved fireflies.
She always said they werelittle messengers, tiny flickers
of light reminding us thatwe're not alone.

(09:45):
I could still hear her voicelaughing as she reached out to
catch one during a summer nightin our backyard.
I stared at the small insect,its golden glow pulsing like a
heartbeat, and in that moment Ifelt it Her presence, her warmth
, her love.
Tears burned in my eyes as Iexhaled, my finger trembling

(10:05):
slightly as the firefly lingeredfor a moment longer before
taking off, disappearing intothe night.
I could have left, I could havedriven home and let the night
slip away in silence, butinstead I turned back towards
the reception hall.
I wasn't alone not really.
I walked inside feelingsomething I hadn't felt in a
long time a quiet comfort, agentle nudge reminding me that

(10:29):
love never truly leaves us.
And so for her, I stayed.

Speaker 2 (10:36):
I like that story Just like the other two, all of
these stories.
To the ordinary person, thesesigns wouldn't have been signs
but to those specific people,those incidences, those, those
moments the firefly, the rock,the bush.

(10:59):
No meaning to any other person,but to those specific people
that needed some comfort.
Found comfort in those signs,for sure.

Speaker 1 (11:14):
Yeah, and I think the thing about this story is, even
though one of the signs that hemay have taken from it is that
she's still there, they stillhave their everlasting love, I'm
kind of seeing the message in adifferent way, and it's that
she doesn't want him to be alone.
She wants him to be surroundedby the love of the people that
he knows at the wedding.

(11:35):
And I think a lot of times whenpeople are experiencing grief,
they tend to isolate themselvesor they tend to dwell on the
past rather than look forward atthose moments that are coming
up, and so maybe this was hisreminder to keep living life and
, to, you know, do it for her.
Well, that's all our storiestoday.

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