I read this book so often to my kiddos that I almost had it memorized.
“Although I cannot see them, I know that they are there, for God has promised angels to be with me everywhere.
When I rest, when I stand, when I swing and slide, angels all about me to comfort, shield and guide.
And when I venture forth to do something on my own, how wonderful to know that I am not alone.
When I run, when I swim, when I laugh and play, angels share my every move throughout my busy day.
Through the night a watch they keep, while I rest and dream and sleep.
And when the sun peeks in my room, and I rise to dress and play, I thank you God for angels that you have sent my way.”
It’s easy to read about angels. It’s another thing to actually try to wrap our brains around the promise we read in Psalm 91.
A few years ago, I was in a dark, dark hole working really hard to believe that God was still at work in what was burdening my heart.
As I headed out on my morning run, a woman was standing alongside the bike path facing me.
Moving past her, this is what she said.
“You’re doing great. You’re almost at the finish line. Keep going!”
Those were the exact words my heart needed to hear that morning. I turned around to thank her for her encouragement.
But, when I turned around, there was no one there. No one.
I know that path like the back of my hand. It is where my most holy of moments occur. She should have been visible to me. But, she wasn’t. It was as if she had vanished into thin air. Shaking my head, I continued on my run. No. She couldn’t have been. Or could she? Did it really matter?
Her words echoed through me for days and weeks to come. They were just what I needed. Even to this day, I get goosebumps when I pass by that holy spot on the path where a ‘stranger’ gave me what I needed.
Today, I went out to the same path to run. I had some questions bundled up in my heart about how to put some order in the book I’m writing. I begged God to show me what would be the best for people who would one day read it.
I headed east toward the crystal blue sky dotted with billowy clouds. My eyes were eager to see the new day just like these sunflowers along the side of the path.
While I had no clarity to my questions, I was enjoying the journey. Summer was surrounding me!
I love my little path on this huge planet. I love that I have eyes to see what He’s planted all along the way.
But, I still had nagging questions. And I was looking for answers in a rather urgent way.
The rumblings of thunder behind me broke through my musings. I turned around. The sky was black and had changed without my knowing it. My weather app had guaranteed me at least 75 minutes of clear sky. Boy, it was wrong.
So I turned around and began my trek toward home. Before the raindrops began to pelt my unprepared body, I saw something in the western sky that I’d never seen before.
Yep. A rainbow.
Sure, I’ve seen rainbows before, but always after the rain. You know. When the sun comes out and the drops are still falling.
This time, the rainbow was contained in the coming storm. A promise of “I Am who I Am” from the God of the universe even before the rain began to fall. It’s as if He reminded me that “I’ve got you. I hear your questions. And you’re well on your way to doing just what you should do.”
I tucked my phone away to protect it from the rain and headed home. I was getting drenched under the storm, but I didn’t even care. I felt the childlike exhilaration of playing in the rain. I had my answer in the most concrete of ways for this kinesthetic learner. Getting wet was worth it to have the clarity and confidence I needed this morning.
It gets better though.
Up ahead, I saw a woman with her arms outstretched toward the sky. I ran quickly to catch up with her. Once I was alongside her, I matched her pace and asked her what she thought of the sudden storm.
Her response soaked into my soul. She answered me with a question. Something like Jesus would have done.
“Were you out here today looking for something you needed?”
I think so?
“Did you see it in the rain? In the rainbow? Are you ready for your day now?”
Is this really happening, I wondered? How could her words be so perfect for me?
I honestly had nothing to say so we walked in silence and awe for a few yards.
At the crosswalk, we parted ways after exchanging our names and ‘hope to see you out here agains.’
I turned back to see if she was still there. She was. But in ways that I’ve yet to describe, she was still like an angel to me today.