Today I hit bottom…my sciatica was killing me and I was despairing if I would ever be out of pain…so I prayed. I prayed real hard and asked God for mercy.
My heart was pounding and I was queasy so I phoned a good friend to please come by for a bit. I felt it was just an anxiety attack…pain can do that to you…and yes, in an hour my blood pressure was down and I was feeling less anxious. This wingless angel has flown to my rescue before and I am thankful for her.
Later my grandson’s wife phoned from Edmonton. As both my daughters were visiting her that day she was planning a birthday party for them. (Their birthdays are on the same day).
“What kind of cake would they like?” she asked. “Any kind” I replied and thanked God for this wonderful addition to our family. Here was someone who I knew would care for and love my girls as they grew older. It sounds ridiculous but I will always feel responsible for some of their health and happiness until the day I die. The Lord is well aware of this and sent this special angel into our family.
I have a friend who insists she places her problems in God’s care and doesn’t worry about them. I try, but like the persistent widow in scripture, I keep asking God for help.
I write this as I sit in my physiotherapist’s office…waiting for some relief from my pain and a friend wanders in. She had an accident while on holidays and is taking treatment. She is on my list of wingless angels and has been a source of strength these last few years. Now it is my turn to offer strength and comfort. Christian friends are such a gift from God.
I once wrote a story about a rusty angel who cried about everything…good and bad. When my friend leaves I realize there are tears in my eyes. I love this old friend and hate to see her in pain.
I find I have become this imaginary rusty angel…crying in sadness, crying in joy. I hope I can reflect the love that I have experienced from so many angels. They may not have wings but their hearts are full of love.
