Anna Kirsten – and my hands touched God

I dreamed once that in childbirth I held out my arms and my hands brushed God’s as I was given my child. No words to express the act of faith and trust that act implied. He gave me the child. . . . Or the power of the feeling that I was briefly in His presence.

I’ve always felt that babies are so much more attuned to God, to the very essence of people . . . to the ethereal connection that we so long for on this plane. And as they learn hunger for the first time and discomfort; as they strive to control their bodies in simple motor control, we seem to exchange, as parents and teachers, that that is ethereal and intuitive for the tangible. The physical.

Ironically, it is an act of the physical that reminds me of what I am missing: holding a baby brings back that feeling of being near God for me. Feeling again the warmth of His smile, the peace that comes with knowing Him.

Happy Birthday, Anna Kirsten. We’re so glad you’ve come.

God’s Favorite Angels

 

Angels Among UsGod’s Favorite Angels . . . aren’t in heaven

They walk and talk on earth . . .
halos hidden, wings tucked in tightly,
so as not to startle those of us who need them.
They offer words of encouragement.
They make us laugh.
They give good advice.
They give gifts of time, money, self.
They lift us up from the mundane and
give us love that transcends human bounds.
They are the Sun that shows us the smile
on God’s face and the Rolling Thunder
of wisdom that reveals Him to us gently,
when we need Him most.
Merry Christmas and
Happy Hanukkah, Angels.
God has blessed me in knowing you.