Angel in my Pocket

  

 

My dainty, crocheted, angel winked at me.

Honest! She did.

Her little, white, stitched face doesn’t have eyes like yours and mine. But I saw a sparkle where her eyes should be.

She has snowy hair, and so is mine, but her tresses were recently coifed by the sweet lady who crocheted her. Mine need a lot of help.

Her golden wings shine and never appear tarnished. Either this little angel is always perfect, or her wings are brand new. If she grows into someone like me. She’ll need to hoist down the halo/wings and polish them every day.

When she arrived, her note said she’s a pocket angel to be with me throughout the day.  She is a reminder that God is nearby.

She hasn’t gone to my pocket yet. She sits on my desk and leans against the computer screen. She sees me working away.

She knows when I’m sad. So, she winks at me, and I feel better.  Her tag reads, “I’m an ever-present guardian, a reminder of God’s love, and how He’s watching over us from somewhere up above.”

I write about an angel named Sarah, and I’ve named this little one who sits near me, “Sarah.” Unlike the Sarah at my desk, my Sarah is not a good, ever-present guardian. She’s Heaven’s Little Love Angel. She brings romance into the lives of earthlings who are her assignment.

But she makes a mess. In the end, she gets things straight, but not without a bit of help from someone in The Heavenlies. Her angel friends are always ready to pat her on the shoulder or give her words of wisdom and encouragement.

On Earth down here, we sometimes need a bit of help, and it’s a beautiful gift when one of our human friends extends kindness.

We can give a smile or word to those who sad.

Or if you know how to crochet, send a pocket angel.

 Sarah and a Texas Christmas