One of God's Own

Hannah Crowley never believed in second chances. She barely felt in the first ones.

Her life had been about herself—her ambitions, her desires, her choices that never considered the cost. Then, one night, everything changed.

The crash was violent. The world faded to black.

When she opened her eyes, she wasn't in the wreckage. She wasn't in a hospital.

She was somewhere else.

A silver glow surrounded her, weightless, unearthly. And standing before her was Grace, an elder angel, warm-eyed and steady.

"You're not ready to live," Grace told her. "And you're not ready to die. You have a choice."

Hannah scoffed. "A choice?"

Grace nodded. "Your soul lacks humanity. That's why you're stuck between life and death."

Hannah frowned. "Then what am I supposed to do?"

Grace smiled. "Help someone who needs you. Truly help them. And maybe, just maybe, you'll find yourself along the way."

That was how Hannah found herself outside the home of Daniel Monroe, a widowed father with a troubled teenage daughter, Revel.

Revel was angryand defiant, spiraling down paths that would break her if someone didn't intervene. Hannah understood her. She had been her once.

For weeks, Hannah watched them struggle, invisible but learning. Daniel tried to reach Revel, but she pushed him away.

Grace nudged Hannah forward. "You have to make a difference."

Hannah hesitated. "How?"

Grace said, "Find a way."

Slowly, Hannah did.

She whispered truths into Revel's ears when she cried alone at night. She steadied Daniel's hands when he thought he had failed as a father. She guided Revel toward hope, toward understanding, toward the memory of the mother she had lost but never stopped loving.

And then, something changed.

Hannah felt again, not as an angel but as a woman. She felt love.

Not just for Revel.

For Daniel.

The man who had spent his life trying to heal his daughter while never realizing he had a heart in need of healing, too.

Hannah saw him grieve, struggle, love—and something in her shifted.

Grace noticed. "You understand now, don't you?"

Hannah swallowed hard. She did.

Life wasn't about selfish pursuits. It wasn't about winning, or taking, or controlling.

It was about giving.

And just as she finally understood, the choice she had been waiting for appeared.

She could stay an angel—become one of God's very own.

Or she could return to life and truly live for the first time.

She looked at Revel. At Daniel. At the family, she had come to love more than she had ever loved herself.

Her voice trembled as she whispered, "I want to go back."

And so, she did.

When Hannah Crowley opened her eyes, she was alive again. Not just alive—but reborn.

She had been given a second chance.

And this time, she wouldn't waste it.

Hannah Crowley had never been given a choice before. Now, she had two.

She could stay as an angel, forever serving as a divine guide.

Or she could return to life, but only if she had truly changed.

For weeks, she had walked between the worlds, unseen but deeply present. She had helped Daniel Monroe—the widowed father who had spent years lost in grief, struggling to raise his rebellious daughter, Revel, on his own.

And Revel… she was a storm, just like Hannah had been once—angry, impulsive, lost.

Under the careful guidance of Grace, Hannah had done what she was meant to do. She whispered wisdom, steadied hands, and nudged broken hearts toward healing.

Then, one day, she became visible. Human again.

"Why do I feel… different?" she asked Grace.

The elder angel smiled. "Because now, you must truly choose."

Hannah was no longer simply an observer. She was real—sitting at the dinner table, talking with Revel, laughing with Daniel, feeling warmth she had long forgotten.

And with every passing day, a truth settled deep within her.

She loved them.

She loved Revel, who slowly let down her defenses, allowing Hannah to step in as the mother figure she had long needed.

She loved Daniel, who watched her with quiet wonder, sensing something unspoken between them.

But she also loved God—the peace of angelhood, the certainty of divine purpose.

Grace saw her struggle. "It's time, Hannah."

The decision stood before her.

Stay and love Daniel and Revel as a human.

Or ascend, forever belonging to heaven.

Her heart ached, torn between two loves—one earthly, one eternal.

"I want both," she whispered.

Grace smiled, eyes warm with something Hannah had never understood before—acceptance.

"Then choose love," she said softly. "Wherever it leads you."

Hannah looked at Daniel, at Revel, at the life she had begun to build again.

And she knew.

She chose life. She chose love. She chose them.

Hannah Crowley had made her choice.

She chose life. She chose love. She chose them.

But choosing life didn't mean she had abandoned her divine path.

Grace had always known this. She watched Hannah settle into her new existence—not just as Daniel's partner or Revel's guiding presence but as something greater.

"You are still tied to something beyond this world," Grace told her one evening.

Hannah exhaled, staring at the sky, a pull in her heart she couldn't quite name.

"What does that mean?" she asked.

Grace's knowing smile was the answer.

Soon, Hannah began to feel it—an invisible whisper, a call that led her toward people who needed her human touch and angelic guidance.

A lost child, separated from his mother in a crowded marketplace—Hannah reached him before panic could.

A grieving woman, sitting alone outside a church—Hannah sat beside her, offering comfort without needing words.

A man ready to give up on himself—Hannah stepped in, reminding him that no life was ever beyond redemption.

Each time, Grace stood beside her, watching, guiding.

"This is how you earn your wings," she told her.

Hannah understood now—God hadn't taken away her angelic destiny.

He had given her time to prove she was ready.

It is time to love Daniel, nurture Revel, and still serve a higher calling.

She lived both lives—earthly and divine. And one day, when it was time for her to go home to heaven, she knew she would do so without regret.

Because she had lived fully.

Because she had loved unconditionally.

And because she had finally found the meaning of her soul.