My Personal Angels

Recently I listened to a teaching on angels. I found it on the radio driving home one evening. It truly intrigued me, hearing how the angels supported Jesus. Not only did they proclaim his arrival, resurrection, and ascension, they ministered to him during his time on earth as well. They were a source of comfort and support – designed to be at his beck and call. For them however, being on eternal call held no burden, only a privilege to forever serve the holy one.

The more I listened, the more I thought of the angels in my life. Now I’ve not yet seen an angel in glorious splendor. Truly sometime I consider if my finite mind can handle such a vision. One day my heart and soul will increase. I look forward to the day. Until then, I have been greatly impacted by my earthly angels.

Forever grateful, I’d like to share a couple earthly encounters with you. I shan’t share the entire list. I promise. Yet each one is significant to me. Here’s one, the moment occurred just a few weeks after having my first child. My husband and I were young and had little; that included no vehicle. My daughter had a doctor’s appointment. We were thankful for my husband’s employment. However, that meant I had to master being new mom on public transportation without his assistance. She was born in late November. Snow and ice covered the ground. Trekking along, it was miracle I didn’t fall cradling my dear child in my arms.

I made it there and on the way back, I thought I had my change accessible for the bus. But loaded down with baby and bags, I could not get my hand into my coat pocket to retrieve it all. Somehow, I was coming up short. Panic set in, afraid the bus might pull off and I’d have to wait another 20 minutes or more in the blasted wind. I felt a tap on my shoulder and a gentleman placed bus fare in my hand. I shook my head, eyes brimming, I said, “No. I have it. Thank you.” He merely smiled, replied, “Keep it.” There was my angel.

Several years later, I remember another time. I was on the subway going to visit my mother after work. I noticed a young man staring intently at me. This was no ordinary admiration stare. Not that I get those often, but you can tell the difference just by looking at the eyes. My sixth sense kicked in. This young man was plotting a plan that didn’t involve my best interest.

Throughout the ride I thought, Lord, what will he do? Would he just snatch my bag and run? By the way, I had been robbed on the subway like this before. However, that didn’t happen. He just continued to stare throughout the ride. Finally I realized he was going to get off the train with me. I thought, Ok, when we step onto the platform, he’s going to make his move. No, that didn’t happen either.

My stop arrived. We got off. My gawker walked ahead of me, not behind, making his gawking apparent to everyone else. The crowd began looking back, too. As we approached the stairs, I thought OK, maybe he’s going to push me down the stairs and take my bag in this crowded chaos. Tears began to run down my face as I thought how I could get hurt along with the others.

I decided; I’m going to do something crazy. Next to me was a gentleman – a stranger. I didn’t know how the gentleman would respond. I stuck my arm through his, prepared for him to push me away. No such thing. He strongly pulled me closer to his side and smiled. I felt like Jesus himself was embracing me. The gentleman and I never exchanged one word. This kind brave soul escorted me downstairs and into the subway station.

As we landed on the last step, my watery eyes couldn’t believe what they beheld. I had never seen this before. Not in this station. This wasn’t one of the better neighborhoods in Brooklyn, NY. Nevertheless, I saw not one, not two, but four lined up uniformed police officers. Now that was a splendid glorious sight to me! The gentleman escorted me over to them, directed, “Please see her home. A young man is watching her.” And the young man…well he disappeared.

The officers took it from there. One walked me outside, hailed a cab, opened the door, and told the driver, “See her home.” There were my angels – five in one day. No six, I believe it’s important to include the cab driver too.

These moments in my life are priceless. I don’t know why these strangers helped me. I may never see them again. My heart is forever grateful. I can say my vow is to be ready, to be kind, and to be brave.

We all have angels. More importantly, we all can be angels. We can be a source of support and comfort for one another. That’s what an angel is to me.

If you have a There’s My Angel testimonial you would like to share on my website, please email it to brooklynndorcent@gmail.com. You never know who you will inspire, or encourage.

God Bless You.

Grace and Peace,

Brook Lynn Dorcent

Author/Inspirational Speaker

Founder: JUST WRITE! Writer’s Club
Missing the Mark (Book One)
Pressing Toward the Mark (Book Two)
Forgetting Those Things (Book Three)
Reaching Forth (Coming 2014)
Spirit Over Will (Devotional)
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