When my daughter was three years old, she saw an angel.
We were sitting on the floor in our living room playing with toys when something caught Rachael’s attention. She looked toward the kitchen, smiled, and waved. I thought her dad must be home early, but when I turned around no one was there.
“Who were you waving to, sweetie?” I asked.
Rachael pointed as if it should be perfectly clear. “The brown lady,” she said, and then went back to playing. I pressed her a bit, looking over my shoulder often, but the only other information I got was that the lady was watching us.
I suppose I can’t prove Rachael saw an angel, but my daughter’s familiarity with whoever she saw combined with her obvious comfort with the presence leads me to believe a guardian sent from God was with us that morning.
It makes me wonder if that angel is with us every day.
I hope so.
Do you ever think about how often we must brush up against the spiritual world without knowing it? Whenever I have an inexplicable feeling that someone is with me in an empty room, or when I see movement in my peripheral vision, I wonder if my world is intersecting with another.
Perhaps we are never really alone. Perhaps we always have an audience. That thought gives me goosebumps. A tiny bit of me reacts nervously. I mean, I don’t like the idea of being seen at my most private moments; and certainly some spiritual beings do not have my best interest in mind. But it mostly inspires me to live confidently, knowing God has not left me to fend for myself. It motivates me to conduct myself honorably even when I appear to be alone. And it compels me to take seriously Paul’s reminder that “our struggle is not against flesh and blood, but against the rulers, against the authorities, against the powers of this dark world and against the spiritual forces of evil in the heavenly realms” (Eph. 6:12).
I don’t plan to ever get comfortable enough in this world that I forget about the real one.Leave a Comment