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Topic: White (10/29/09)
TITLE: My Angel's Wings Are White
By Linda Boulanger
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I know he is not truly an angel. He’s flesh and blood, just like me. I know because his skin is warm against me. I feel his breath tickling my cheek and his heart beats fast next to mine when he takes me in his arms. I know he is my special gift from God.
Before he came, my life was empty. I’d built up walls against the hurt that had been inflicted upon me by others. One bad relationship after another; I always seemed to choose poorly. I amazed myself by continuously becoming involved with people who ended up self-centered and hurtful. In the end, they were never there for me. I felt as if no one cared. I became numb. I’d sworn there would be no more. In fact, I’d grown quite comfortable in my loneliness.
God must have seen it differently. He knew I needed an earthly angel; someone to awaken me and remind me that my life and love were worthwhile. It was obvious He did not want me to be alone because I’d met the angel He’d sent to me in the most unexpected way. I laughed as I thought of the white tie/white glove charity event. We’d both misunderstood and shown up in black. Did we ever stand out in that sea of formal white attire!
Even in black, his demeanor had been one of white knight as he’d confidently approached and rescued me from embarrassment. He didn’t know me, yet we’d bonded together, finding comfort in our discomfort.
“I see you got my memo.” Outstanding!” He’d looked at me, appreciation written on his face, before escorting me to his table as if we truly had prearranged this chance meeting. I’d followed in gratitude which was replaced by a true sense of belonging as we melded together perfectly.
“Are you an angel?” I’d asked. He’d shrugged his shoulders and smiled. As the evening progressed, the light of his golden halo and white wings began to shine even more brightly in my eyes.
How quickly he weaved his way into my solitary life; almost as a ray of sun filtering little by little into the darkness of the world I had created, until I could not imagine life without my angel. I knew he’d been sent to save me in a different way than my Lord had been. Loving him became a risk I was willing to take.
We both wore white to our wedding, instructing our guests to wear black. This time we got it right. Together we sparkled; sharing the light of our love. I thank God for my angel with white wings that only I can see and a halo that I pray will never fade away.
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