Sunday's Angels
Sunday I was overwhelmed by the fact that Jesus suffered and died for my
sins and I began to weep. It's hard to be surrounded by people and yet feel
so alone. That's when my compassionate angel reached out to comfort this
stranger. All she did was reach out. She didn't say a word, but her eyes let
me know that she felt my pain and wanted me to know she cared. I walked out
of church that day grateful for her kindness. Some day I will tell her how
much her act of compassion meant to me. I just need to wait until she grows
up. You see she was just two years old at the time. God's angels come in all
sizes!