I'm thankful for angels. The selfless ones who aren't highlighted with a halo. They are quiet, and they have no wings to rustle. Their feet travel over the same sidewalks as mine. I brush shoulders with them every day, and I never think twice.
But then, I'm forced to look them in the eye, as they humbly step aside and let me go before them in line at the grocery store. My arms are laden down with diapers and wipes, balancing a screaming child. I thank them, and for a minute I wonder why they aren't clad in white.
They arrived in a minivan when I was in college, stranded on the side of interstate N-85. They rolled up their starched blue shirt and bathed in grease and oil as my tire was changed.
I've met a few in the parking lots of Target, or at the red light on Memorial Drive. "Ma'am, your brake light is out. You might want to get that checked so you don't get a ticket". "Thank you so much!" I reply. They could have just ignored me.
They come in all ages and walks of life. A four-month-old whose eyes stare into your soul and let you know everything is ok, a young man who held the door for you, a longer than usual hug from a parent. These moments may be fleeting, but your life is changed.
I am thankful for the angels in my life...
And in these moments,
Remember.
Listen.
You may just hear
those angel wings.
Keep on loving one another as brothers and sisters. Do not forget to show hospitality to strangers, for by so doing some people have shown hospitality to angels without knowing it. Hebrews 13:1-2
1 comment:
perfection ! xo
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