(First post in the One Little Word series)
I believe in angels,
Something good in everything I see.
Still, I have to admit it's a bit unnerving, knowing there's an angel looking over my shoulder.
I've never questioned the existence of angels, though I admit I haven't given them much thought in recent years. I have a dozen or so, that I hang on my tree each Christmas. They're cherubs actually, that I bought to fill the branches of my over-sized tree, with no particular sentiment attached.
This particular angel, the new angel, came to me as a gift adorned in tissue paper, inside an ordinary looking gift bag, a week or so after Christmas. Its a solemn angel, resting on bended knees, hands folded in prayer.
The mere idea of it, baffled me.
Did I look like the sort of person that would appreciate a plaster angel?
I took it home, and sat it on a bookshelf overlooking my desk. I still wasn't sure what to make of it.
In the weeks that followed, I kept stumbling over references to angels and the angelic, in television advertising, song lyrics, and blog posts; and with each and every mention, I thought of my angel. Perhaps there was more to her than her plaster veneer?
If I had any doubts of her mystical intent, they were dashed when her picture appeared in an article on the front page of our local newspaper, a paper we'd seemingly purchased at whim.
He's whispered in my ear, and I failed to recognize His voice.
This time, He sent someone knocking at my door, and I've answered.
Though her presence and message remain a mystery to me, I'll encourage her to stay a while. Perhaps, it's a mystery we'll solve together, in time.
Angel of God, my guardian dear,
To whom God's love, commits me here,
Ever this day, be at my side
To light and guard, to rule and guide.
All photos taken by Mrs. Green Jeans, 2011