I have this friend, and she calls me “Angel”. She believes I am just that for her, and as I stand in resistant acceptance of this title, I am in awe of the honor this name holds. 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.
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 resounding love and awkward humility… still struggling to accept this honor. I can’t stop thinking about it. And through my dear precious friend, I have discovered that when I make an intentional decision to “show up”, 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.”
To show up in places God reveals to me, in hearts God shares with me, and in circumstances God opens up to me.
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 in full asthmatic flare.
*An envelope full of 500 dollars in a Christmas Card from an anonymous family after 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 long to be somebody’s Angel. I want 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 am ashamed to confess, it happens often. I ruminate over all the blessings I have failed to give, simply because I didn’t move when He pushed me.
Some of the most powerful moments of my life, are threaded with 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 God’s Nudge. That’s all anyone really needs to do… to become an Angel.
Just show up, when you feel God’s Nudge.
“Angel” is such a big word, isn’t it? Divine. Sacred. Holy. I believe Heavenly Angels are just that.
But Lord knows, I am none of these. Are you?
I have yet to find anyone in the Holy Bible who was either…
They were simply ordinary people that God Inspired to show up. They simply moved when He nudged. They carried out God’s Tasks.
Do you feel His Nudge?
Well then go.
Be Somebody’s Angel.