Saw it on her nightstand last week. I helped with fresh, thickly clean sheets.
We made the bed.
I glanced towards the table next to the breeze of drape.
Said, “Your angel is pretty there.”
Blessed Assurance, she had the page from a hymnal tucked in a little trinket on her chest of drawers.
So, I painted an angel and put it in her stocking for Christmas, thought,
I remember her loving that song.
“This is my story.
This is my song.”
I told her tonight. I’m afraid of all the things God is doing.
Angels, stories, a book.
And she said, “Just say Thank you, God and
And I remembered why I call her
“Delight yourself in the Lord, and he will give you the desires of your heart.”
Psalms 37:4 ESV
“When we walk with the Lord..in the light of His word, what a glory he sheds on our way…Trust and Obey.”