I am grateful for angels in our life right now.

I know there are angels all around us. I believe in God’s unseen army. I am certain that as we travel, we are spared tragedy as the tires slip on patches of ice. I am certain as I sit here in my home on a daily basis and work at my desk, that I am spared devastation from a short in a wire or a spark of a fire. I am certain that as we go about our routine lives, there are countless prayers answered because someone thought of us and lifted us up to our Father and He answers with rescue and with unseen protection.

I am also certain He answers those prayers with the army of angels we can see. I believe, because I am Thomas, the one who sees, the one who feels, the one who is shown on a daily basis so that I do not doubt His presence.

These angels might be:

• a sister who calls and leaves a happy voicemail.
• a friend who checks in with us on an almost daily basis and was worried about our travels this past weekend.
• a brother who keeps us updated with his latest bathroom project.
• an oldest sister named Anissa who took charge and braided her sisters’ hair when Ama was too busy to take the time.
• friends who inform us that church is canceled due to icy roads.
• a devotion sent to me by my soul sister.
• a wonderful neighbor who shares their Wi-Fi password when our internet goes down.
• a person who asks how the caregiver/care worrier is doing.
• text messages from the January cooks that make me smile as they continually ding my phone with happy conversation among them.
• a little 5-year-old Anjalie who wasn’t directed but just marched right in and started helping load furniture on a frigid and icy day.
• a Dad who is “okay, but I’ll get over it,” and always makes me smile.
• a friend who sends the perfect text messages and emails at just the right time because God laid us on her heart and knew her message would resonate.
• an Oklahoma friend who sees a great card and sends it to us because “it fits.”
• a sister and brother-in-law who took an entire day to entertain our grandchildren and give Sam an afternoon of rest.
• people who post thoughtful messages of encouragement and support on CaringBridge.
• a pleasant DirecTV technician.
• friends who understand why I do not respond and love me anyway.
• an unknown blogger who seems like a friend and takes my current crisis and throws it to the wind so that I can focus on something else and laugh for a few minutes.
• four grandchildren who left remnants of themselves all over the house by way of a lone sock, a hair tie, a colored page, fingerprints, evidence of boredom through homemade Valentines and snowflakes, and the most beautiful “made by granddaughters” sugar cookies, so that I may constantly be reminded how very blessed I am.