Here are two of our granddaughters at church on Sunday. The oldest was an angel in the Christmas Pageant, and did an excellent job of singing.
I do believe in angels, and it was proven to me again this past week—twice.
On Friday morning I set out to do a bit of shopping, and I must admit, I was feeling a bit bah-humbugish. Though the majority of my shopping was done, I hadn’t set up the tree, I hadn’t wrapped a single present, hadn’t written our Christmas letter or cards…I just didn’t seem to have it in me. While driving, I was thinking of years gone past and wishing my mother was in the passenger seat—we always went Christmas shopping together—when all of a sudden I felt her. It was as if she was in the car beside me, and I have to say, she was not happy with me. I was told quite bluntly—which was mom’s way of saying things at times—to snap out of it. I was then filled with a burst of energy and by that evening, I had my tree up, sixty letters and cards done and mailed, every present wrapped and stacked under the tree, stockings hung on the fireplace, and batch of cookies baked. I literally had the energy of two people. Thanks, Mom!
Then on Saturday, our youngest son called and said he’d been in his shop working, and the song, There are Angels Among Us was playing on the radio. As the song finished, he opened the door on the bobcat and there, lying on the seat, was this picture. He texted it to me…It’s my Mom and Dad several years ago. The bobcat was my dad’s, so the picture could have been tucked inside somewhere and never noticed before, then again, it could have just been dropped there to say hello.
There are Angels among us, just keep your eyes and ears open and you’ll notice them.
One last thing, I’ll be over at Paty Jager’s blog tomorrow with an excerpt from Disobeying the Marshal.
Merry Christmas to each and every one of you!