“Good morning, Christ Alive,” I said into the church phone that resides in our motor home.
“An angel came into the office this morning,” said the voice.
“This is Nancy in the office. An angel came by this morning and paid your space rent and your utilities.”
“Who, my husband?”
“No, an angel, I’m telling you. An angel came by and paid your bill.” I paused then, my mind focused, and I knew.
“Well, yes. I didn’t tell you his name, remember. But yes, he had blond hair.”
I said a few more things to Nancy in the office, and then I couldn’t talk any more, for despite my trying to control it, I was crying.
Angels. Ever see one? Ever know one? Ever sat by one? Ever given birth to one?
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