“You look like an angel today,” my eleven year old said to me this morning as we were walking out the door, “Except…you have hands.”
“Angels don’t have hands?” I asked, amused.
“No, Angels don’t have hands. That’s why we have to do all the work ourselves.”
I actually had to stop and just look at her for a moment amidst the chaos of trying to get to the bus stop on time.
Angels don’t have hands…that’s why we have to do all the work ourselves.
I was so moved by those words.
I do feel guided at times, and other times I feel alone, disheartened…as if my pleas for help and guidance are going unheard, unanswered.
Maybe, I am always heard….witnessed…guided…but I still have to do the work myself.