CALLING ALL ANGELS
A couple days after my friend left, my mother arrived. I had called her right after I wrote about what it is like to be me right now.
She booked a flight immediately. She didn’t ask why I needed her; she didn’t hesitate. I called, and she came.
My mom cooked; she cleaned; she read with the kids; she played games with us; she listened; and she restored my peace.
I thank God for the angels among us- the people who show up and tell us with their actions and their words that God cares for our every need.