An Angel Overhead

December 9, 1999

Psalm 103:20 – Bless the Lord, ye his angels, that excel in strength, that do his commandments, hearkening unto the voice of his word. (KJV)

A visit I'd made had been a little longer than planned. Even though it was just a late fall afternoon, it was the kind where drenching rain caused the darkness of the coming evening to close in early. I had a minimum of a half-hour drive to get home, pick up my husband, turn around and take him another 20 minutes' drive to the airport, and, at that point, I had 70 minutes to my credit.

When I approached the only corner with stoplights that would lead me onto the highway home, the traffic was backed up an easy mile in two directions with cars coming from two other corners to try and merge into one lane. Streetlights reflected on the wet pavement, people sat fidgeting in their cars as the lights leading us into the flow only let four cars out at a time. One car, with a little child, forced its way ahead of others that had been waiting in turn — the dad sitting rigid in the driver's seat, the mom holding her hand up to her face in a gesture of embarrassment at his brazen move.

That old sweat of anxiety which accompanies thoughts of being late, making someone miss something, missing something you should be doing, and not being able to do anything about it started showing up. But then, two things happened.

The fellow in front of me let a car in ahead of him making us a further car back, and, as I looked up and out my window in a kind of "Oh no!" way, I saw a huge, huge angel atop the big tree on the corner. It was a Christmas decoration in preparation for the day the lights would be lit up.

Of course, it had been there the whole time, but, in concentrating on myself and my needs, I'd not seen it nor what it represents as a messenger of God: peace, grace, protection. It settled me down, making me realize that I'd get out of there sooner or later. There were certainly other options for my husband to get to the airport, and letting the next car in ahead of me really wasn't going to make a whole lot of difference.

The driver I let in was a young woman who gave me a great big wave of appreciation. Who knows what that extra time may have done for her! Soon after, the traffic started flowing, allowing me to meet my commitment.

It is especially in those moments when we feel we're the most pressed, we must take the time to listen, and let Him make His presence known.

Prayer: Our heavenly Father, thank you for those quiet, yet powerful reminders of your presence. In your name we pray. Amen.

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Mary Daniel <marydee@shaw.ca>
Nanaimo, British Columbia, Canada

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