On the 19th of April I was on my way to pick up my daughter Monique from her friend Seashas house. Monique had spent the night there. I had only been to Seashas house once quite a while ago. I had lost the bit of paper that had her house details on it.

For the life of me I could not remember where she lived and panic sunk in. I could remember the street but not the number. This was a very long street with many, many houses that all looked the same. As my youngest daughter Kristi and I walked towards the turning for the road where Seasha lived I said a quick prayer to the Archangel Chamuel (the Archangel of finding things.) I asked that he will please show me the way to Seasha's house.

As soon as I turned the corner and looked down the longs row of many houses, my eyes felt drawn to one particular house about 8-9 houses down the road. I had a deep inner gut feeling that this was her house. The house also seemed to have a blue tinge to it where all the others were white.

I said to Kristi, "Don't you worry; mommy knows exactly which house we need to go to." I went straight up to the front door and rang the bell. I was not surprised to see that it was the right house. As I was leaving I noticed that the house did not have a blue tinge to it after all – the blue tinge had vanished as fast as it had come, and that it was exactly like the others. I thank the Archangel Chamuel for helping to show me the way to Seashas house. By Natasha Chamberlin