Said she, "I found them all."
Asked I, "All of who or what?"
With a twinkle in her eyes she replied, "The angels."
"Ah, ha!" spoke I. "All eight?"
"Yes." she replied. "All eight."
The 2012 Christmas season had officially begun here in our home.
Lest you think we are simply getting olde and dottering (which some days we wonder, too, for some days seem to indicate we are), we happen to believe in angels. We have believed in angels for a very long time. A variety of angels. Honest to God angels. Seen and unseen angels. Indeed...........! Read on.
For this blog post, and seven more throughout this Christmas season, stories of angels will be shared. What would a delight is if you might take the time to share with us a story you may have about an angel, or three, in your own life journey.
Thirty-nine years ago in the fall of 1973 we came to Colorado from California for grad school. We were moving into student housing that was a whopping 750 sq. ft. big, after living in more than twice that much space in SoCal.
We brought what fit. Left all the rest behind. However, we did not forget the angels.
Somewhere, back in the day, we claimed eight little cheaply crafted angels, barely over two to three inches high, as our Christmas angels. Once all the decorations for the holiday were in place, I would assume my family role of placing (sometimes trying to hide them) the angels throughout our home.
Blessed with the birth of a beautiful daughter in 1976, this Christmas ritual over the years became even more fun as Judy had Shannon to share in the hunt for the Christmas angels. Some years the hiding went better than others.
One year they could only count seven, as we had a fallen angel who disappeared off the book shelf. But, the lost was found that Christmas, which makes for good Chritmas unerstanding of what the season is all about any way. :-)
Thus, this year, 2012, the day after Thanksgiving, the day we have almost always put up our decorations in our almost 46 years of marriage, everything was in place. The empty decoration boxes were back in the basement. Needles shed from the greens were vaccumed up. I did the last Christmas duty of putting the angels in their honored places. Then, sat down to admire our combined efforts.
Shortly after that, Judy found me in the family room. With her warm smile and that twinkle in her eye she said, "I found them all." Even the one next to her picture where I was sitting.
For us, the season had begun.
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Seven more angel stories, some rather remarkable, will be shared between now and Christmas Day. I hope you will journey by these blogs and think about angels in your own life.
If we should have the blessing of you in our home, you, too, can hunt for the angels mentioned here. You will be welcome.
We know there are angels here.
They are where you are, as well. Seriously.