"And suddenly there was with the angel a multitude of the heavenly host praising God, and saying, “Glory to God in the Highest, and on earth peace, good will toward men.” (Luke 2:13)
Do I believe in angels? Yes, I do…. But not just of those who exist in ethereal form.
It was one of the most sickening feelings I have ever felt as my husband and I drove up to the night scene of flashing police and tow truck lights. Somewhere in the heart of that scene was our twenty-year-old daughter and our five-year-old son. I saw our daughter’s car, mashed in the side where our little son had been sitting, within inches of his booster seat. We didn’t realize how close until we could see it in the daylight the next day. I could feel my stomach lurch as I realized how close we came to losing him.
Without any doubt in my mind, I fully believe there was a legion of angels there that night who were all on the scene. The majority of these angels were different, however. They came in the form of flesh and blood.
Angels in the form of a lady who pulled over and called 911 and another lady who happened to be an emergency room nurse and could check our children right away.
Angels in the form of two men, one who sat in the car with Sheppard and comforted him as the other helped Amberly out of the car, and then both pushing her car out of harm’s way from the middle of the road.
I believe heavenly angels nudged the car just enough so that the impact of a 50 mph car hitting Sheppard’s door would just miss him while another angel held his hands on the other side of the door, preventing any signs of impact from coming through that door. I know there were angels on the other side guarding Amberly from being hit herself as her car spun out of control into the lane of oncoming traffic.
An angel in the form of a big sister, who had bought her little brother his favorite drink of cocoa before the accident and as her gut response was to turn to check on him after the spinning stopped, only to find him resume his sipping from the warm chocolatey comfort of what was left in his cup, cocoa splattered all over his shirt. An angel in the form of a big sister who although still in complete shock, immediately made her little brother a new cup of cocoa upon arriving home.
An angel in the form of a little brother, after getting out of the tow truck, exclaimed, “Mama, I prayed for Sis-sis all the way home in the tow truck.” Who melted the hearts of the emergency staff as he shared all about how he prayed to Jesus.
Brother and sister angels who instinctively protected and comforted each other from start to finish.
An angel in the form of a policeman, who recognized that I was only a mother in shock, not realizing I was standing in the middle of a lane of traffic imploring about my children and gently, with a twinkle in his eye, grabbed me by the shoulders and guided me to the shoulder of the road. What the heck was I thinking?
An angel in the form of a tattooed tow truck driver who answered the call, even though he was heading home just off of a 12 day straight shift. Who shared how relieved he was to see our two kids alive and well after having answered the calls of two accidents earlier that day in the very same intersection. Both accidents, resulting in fatalities.
A tow truck driver who worked efficiently to get us home before a certain time so he wouldn’t have to charge us as much, and who made our little boy’s dreams by allowing him to man the switches of the tow truck for lowering Sis-sis’s battered car onto our driveway.
Angels in the forms of emergency staff, Aunty Kathy, and our sweet Youth Pastor and his wife who provided comfort, medical care, coffee, and giggles in the midst of it all.
Angels who helped me stay strong for my children until I could melt down on the bathroom floor in the quiet of the night, unstoppable and heaving tears of gratefulness that my two children were alive and well, breathing sweet breaths of life, warm and snug in their beds. Angels in the form of my husband and daughter, who awoke to my tears and loved on me. Angels in the form of a big brother, who did whatever he could do to help with whatever he saw was a need and for his sweet spirit of comfort toward us all.
Do I believe in angels? Heck yeah! They are with us every day.
(Matthew 26:53) “ Do you think I cannot call on my Father, and he will at once put at my disposal more than twelve legions of angels?”
Call on your Heavenly Father every morning and throughout the day to cover you and your family. Take nothing for granted. Life is so fragile and can be so quickly evaporated away. We need God’s angels to protect our lives with their miraculous kid gloves….. Then pray to remember that we too, will go out and be angels to others.
I love Jesus. I think my two daughters can change the world. I think you can too.
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