I have a friend who calls me “Angel”. She’s been calling me that for years now, and each time feels like the first. I gasp under my breath each time, with a deep chilling reverence for being called such a thing. She believes I am just that for her, but I stand in resistant acceptance of this title. I am in awe of the honor this name holds, and really struggle to wrap my mind around ME being an Angel. The precious audacity she has to raise me higher than I am, only because I showed up when her life broke in pieces… still leaves me breathless. For her, those moments were pivotal in her life and my presence appears to have had an impact on her beautiful broken heart. And it still does.
I could easily call her my Angel too, for she has shown up for me in my hour of need more than once. Friends do that. Perhaps all true friends are Angels in one way or another…
But every time she calls me Angel, I cringe with a profound love and awkward humility… still struggling to accept this honor. And yet, through my dear precious friend, I have discovered that when I make an intentional decision to “show up” and help carry or care for another human being- well, perhaps I just might be…
We all might be.
The very definition of Angel has within it, a profound explanation aside from the supernatural:
So when my friend calls me “Angel”, it reminds me that I have a responsibility to “carry out God’s tasks.”
That’s a big responsibility, isn’t it?
And I’m not the only one with that call-
We all are.
To show up in places God reveals to us, in hearts God shares with us, and in circumstances God opens up to us.
We are all called to “show up” in people’s lives, when we are needed.
Perhaps I too, have been blessed by Angels.
*Countless friends who have been there for me during many struggles in my life.
*An encouraging note from a parent when I was a teacher.
*A friend stopping by with a dinner, knowing I had a bad day.
*The owner of a store helping me with my daughter while she was in a full asthmatic flare.
*An envelope full of 500 dollars in a Christmas Card from an anonymous family after running my Holiday Recital.
*A Doctor who lovingly took care of me when I entered the hospital for the third time, in a desperate search for answers.
*The woman who let me go before her at the store because she saw I had cranky little ones.
And the list goes on and on and on…
Every day I want to be somebody’s Angel. I pray for God to lead me to simply “show up”, plug into this world and see the needs all around me.
I want to extend graciousness everywhere, because I know how it feels to be given grace.
I agonize over times when I failed to follow His Leading… I was too tired, or selfishly consumed in my own daily escapades. I had too much going on or I didn’t feel I had it in me to help. I am ashamed to confess, it happens often. I ruminate over all the tasks He planned for me to deliver that I failed to do, simply because I didn’t move when He whispered for me to move.
I didn’t show up, when He said “Go“.
Some of the most powerful moments of my life, are threaded with such Angels. Much of my hope and strength have been rooted in their presence and their purpose. Perhaps many didn’t even know their calling, they just “showed up” when they felt compelled to lend a hand, make that move, dive in and get in my mess to help clean it up. Some Angels were dear friends, family members and even strangers- all impacting my life in many profound ways. At various times, for an assortment of reasons-
They simply showed up.
I’m guessing you have had Angels show up in your life too.
“Angel” is such a big word, isn’t it? Divine. Sacred. Holy. I believe Heavenly Angels are just that.
But Lord knows, I am not a Heavenly Angel. I am utterly human. So perhaps that is why there are “Earthly Angels” too. I believe they are simply ordinary people who God Inspired to show up. They simply move when He empowers them to move. They carry out God’s Tasks. They are so deeply filled with the Spirit, that they know how to listen to God’s assignments, and they understand the significance in God’s plan for them to carry those task through.
I’d like to be that kind of Angel.
I’ll keep drawing closer, and closer, and closer…
To the Task Master.
And I’ll try harder to obey that call.
I’d like nothing more than to do just that.
Let’s try harder together, okay?
Let’s all be Somebody’s Angel.