By Joan Clayton: PNT religion columnist
Many scriptures tell about angels. It’s such a comfort to know God is always watching over his children when help is needed.
I love to read Psalm 91: “He who dwells in the shelter of the Most High will rest in the shadow of the Almighty” (Verse 1). Verses 14 and 15 further assure one’s faith: “Because he loves me,” says the Lord, “I will rescue him; I will protect him, for he acknowledges my name. He will call upon me, and I will answer him; I will be with him in trouble, I will deliver him and honor him.”
I’m being transparent in the following story, but it is one of the many ways we have been blessed by a loving God. Someone has said, “We are not human beings having a spiritual experiences, but spiritual beings having a human experience.” Here is one of mine:
“Let it go!” my husband repeatedly told me. “There’s not any sense in making yourself sick over it. We have prayed about it, and that’s all we can do.”
I thought my heart would break. The misunderstanding with a relative seemed to shatter the whole family. Communication disappeared, and tempers became short. Peace avoided me, and anxiety moved in.
Emmitt’s faith had sustained us in our many decades of marriage. He’s the strong one when “storms” of life blew against our windowpanes of love. Yet somehow this crisis could not escape my “if-onlys and what-ifs.”
One night I tossed and turned until the wee hours. “How can he sleep like that?” I wondered. “The minute his head hits the pillow he starts snoring!”
I finally drifted off to sleep, and when I awakened the next morning, total peace had surrounded me. All anxiety had left. I tried to worry and couldn’t. I tried to be upset … impossible. As far as I knew, nothing had changed our dilemma, but a “blanket of peace” had enveloped me.
“Wake up! The strangest thing has happened to me,” I said. “I go to bed in a turmoil and wake up on top of the world!”
Emmitt rubbed his eyes and sat up in bed. He began to tell me what had happened to him. “I don’t know how to tell you this, but I was praying last night, and as I drifted off to sleep, the most wonderful amazing thing happened. Maybe it was a dream. I don’t know. But I do know what I saw and what I felt. From far off, this beautiful being, dressed in white, came to my side of the bed. He was the most beautiful sight I’ve ever seen … a tall angel with wings of feathers on each side. The being stopped at my side of the bed and covered us with those shining brilliant white feathers. They just unfolded and rippled over us, covering us with his feathers. I could feel those soft, fluffy feathers covering you and me.”
Emmitt’s voice began to break and tears began trickling down his face. My husband’s simple faith-filled prayer had covered me, too.
That morning, while we waited for church services to begin, I randomly opened my Bible and gasped. My eyes gazed upon Psalm 91:4: “He will cover you with his feathers and under his wings you will find refuge.”
The Comforter had come, and we knew that with our love and forgiveness, the victory would be won. Life is a journey, and love is what makes that journey worthwhile.
Whenever I see a bird perched on a frail branch while singing, he surely must feel the twig bending. Yet he still sings his song because he knows he has wings.
With God’s wings, we have soared into the heavenlies, and our lives have never been the same.