Monday, November 17, 2014
Day 312, November 18
The angels of light bring the air alive reminding me the time of inner growth is at hand.~Terry Lynn Taylor, Angel Days
I am trying to figure out who--or what--the angels of light are. Are they friends who shore me up when I am down? Or are they the new souls who have just come to earth in the guise of grandchildren?
I have felt the brush of angel wings when my granddaughter hugs me. I have felt the brush of angel wings when I picture my son gazing in awe at his two-week-old daughter. And I have felt the brush of angel wings in the touch of my husband's hand.
Joy for today: knowing the brush of angel wings.