Angels of all shapes and sizes abound in my house: hanging over my exercise bike, floating on my bookcase, rejoicing over the manger, attached to a telephone jack, lined up on the windowsills. They urge me to prayer by reminding me of the role angels play throughout God’s creation.
The crystal angel over my bike glimmers in the sunlight and reminds me that exercise, even when most tiring, can be offered to the Lord. Those on my bookcase teach me to look for spirituality in my reading. The ones dancing by the manger remind me of the joy they felt at the Lord’s birth, the culmination of all they’d worked and waited for. The telephone-jack angel tells me to be kind in my communications, and those on the windowsill remind me of the beauty outside my home and spreading throughout creation.
When I look at my angels, I pray, “Father, thank You for sending angels to touch every part of my life, even as they touched every part of Your unfolding creation. As Jacob and Abraham and so many others of Your faithful followers wrestled with and learned from angels, let me wrestle with and learn from the angels You send me. And let my faith be as simple and complete as that of the angels.”
