Today in regional conference, we heard a talk that was partly about angels. This is what came to my mind.
My angels are not winged. They don't sit in the heavens and sing day and night. They do not fly about with cherubic faces and harps. But they do watch over people. They watch over me.
But they are not perfect, not in the least. That only makes them more wonderful in my eyes. I can relate to them. They understand. My angels are human.
Literally.
You know them as friends and family, but I say angels.
They do so much, you see. They love and hold and protect and listen. They sympathize and empathize and trust. My friends are truly my angels.
And the best part is, unlike the angels in myths, I can repay my debt to my angels. I can try to be for them what they are for me. That's the best part.
Don't forget your angels.
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