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One night, Donna sat down and talked with her about angels. While we dont know a whole lot about them, Jesus tells us that little children have angels that are in the presence of God who watch over them. They take care and protect children because they are precious to God. Angels are servants to Gods people to help them. One night the three of us agreed that we would pray and ask the angel not to be visible anymore to Megan, but to still be present and not disappear from her life, to still watch over and protect her.
To this day, Im not sure what we did was the theologically correct in every detail. All I know is that from that night forward, Megan did not see that image again. Unlike many children, however, Megan has not been overly scared to sleep in a room by herself. In fact, she rather prefers it. Deep down, I believe all three of us were comforted in our faith that Gods messenger servant was watching over her.
No one would suggest that our family would be called angel peoplewere not caught up in all the angel hype, hysteria, fascination, and decorations. In fact, Ive been very put off at times that it is so much easier for many people to acknowledge angels than to acknowledge God, many others find it easier to talk about angels than to talk about Jesus, and a whole bunch more will talk about what angels did rather than recognize the leading of the Holy Spirit. I am very much aware of the problems the improper worship of angels caused in New Testament times. But one thing has stuck with me: the one person in our family who did have a fascination with angels in our family is the one Megan is most like, my grandmother.
Im not quite sure what to make of this other than to say that I do believe that one of the many ways Gods grace is placed in our lives is through his messenger servants, or what we call angels. They appear at crucial moments when God is working salvation for his people. They are there to rescue, comfort, and strengthen Gods servants. They communicate Gods will and carry out Gods commands. They are the worship leaders of heaven. They are there at all the key turns in Jesus earthly ministry, except the cross, either to announce is triumphant glory or to comfort him in trouble. They watch over children and minister to Gods saved children. For a little while we will be lower than them, but one day we will be like them. These things are clearly announced in Scripture.
Deep down, however, in a place that daddies and little girls connect in a special way, I am also absolutely convinced that there is one who has guarded the door for my little girl while I was asleep. In a world gone crazy, a world where daddies of every age cant help but fear a little for their little girls, it is comforting to know that one of Gods servants is watching over my girl when I cant.
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