She spoke to me the instant I walked onto the porch. She called, “Pick me!” And I knew that she was indeed the Divine drawing me. How many times have I walked past her without even paying notice through the years? How many times had I stopped to smile or remember? Not nearly as many. But today, I heard her; I felt her calling to my very being. I don’t remember when her first wing broke, but in my mind it didn’t matter. She was still my beautiful angel. But when I walked out onto the porch after the movers had placed her there last weekend and her other wing was broken, for a brief moment I thought she was lost to us. Could I get away with an angel with no wings? Was it just too tacky for my front door? But when I placed the broken tip gingerly above her shoulder, I knew my broken angel was still in the spot she needed to be.
She reminds me that there is holiness all around me. She reminds me that we are all broken and battered but that brokenness does not diminish our beauty. I am finally beginning to feel settled after two long months of wandering. She is a reminder of God’s faithfulness, of God’s steadfast presence, and how even as God weaves new rows and new patterns into my life’s tapestry, there remains a continuity. No matter what threshold I approach, wherever God leads God is already there to welcome me; waved goodbye as I left Colorado, and traveled with me on the journey.
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