Angels

What a title to start off with.  I don't know where to begin... First, I found s hole in my shirt today.  That stinks! But the real truth is that there are so many other disappointments in life that a hole in a shirt is the least of my worries, or anyone else's for that matter. And if that is the biggest worry that you have, then you have got to get a grip on reality! Life is full of heartache.  But with that heartache there are miracles.

God finds ways to make bad situations turn into something beautiful. I don't know if this will be a theme of my blog, but it's a start.  I'm only 28, I know... I know.... I'm a youngen, but throughout my short life that is the one thing that seems to be constant.  God is good and wants to bless everyone.  The catch is, do we let him?

I picture our relationship with God, that of a love hungry Cupid (God) and sheilded humans (us). Cupid constantly sends his arrows, hoping it will penetrate the human hearts so that they can feel Cupid's love for them.  But when the arrows come flying at the heart of a human, the natural instinct is to put up a shield and deflect the arrow.   What if we were to let our guards down, what if we allowed ourselves to feel his love? Would it change things? Would we be more wounded/scarred? Most likely.  But would we be more humble, more, forgiving, and more charitable? I think yes.

I like... no... LOVE the song by Garth Brooks, "Standing Outside The Fire". At first, I liked it because I thought it meant to be strong, courageous and to battle hard things.  And I was that person.  A bit of a zealot, I'm not proud to say.  I thought that I didn't need anyone or any thing to help me through this life.  I was strong enough to handle what came my way, until things came that I couldn't handle. I was driving in my car, jamming to this heartfelt song, when the true meaning of the words rang in my mind.  It wasn't saying to be tough, in fact it says,

We call them cool

Those hearts that have no scars to show

The ones that never do let go

And risk it the tables being turned

We call them fools

Who have to dance within the flame

Who chance the sorrow and the shame 

That always come with getting burned

'Cause it's not enough just to stand outside the fire

Love is like a fire.  You do risk getting burned, but why play it cool/safe, when the possibility of love is out there.  Now I am not a hopeless romantic.  Actually far from it, I find many romantic movies cheesy and WILL be cynical  whenever I can. I am not suggesting that I don't love romantically. I am madly, in love, with my husband.  No question about that, but there are so many kinds of 'love'.

The pure love of Christ is called charity. This is the love that God wants us to feel.  This is the love that we reject every time we hold up our shield and reject his arrows, and this is the love that he would like us to have for our fellow men.

Imagine a world where all persons had true charity.  What a world that would be. Too bad it is not so.  I guess I can start something, change the world one person at a time, and I will start with the woman in the mirror. 

Angels surround us.  That is a fact.  You may not believe me, but I know they are real. And sometimes, we are the angels for someone else.  We are the answer to a young girls prayers, we are the answer to a struggling boy wondering which road to take, and we are the angels,  only if we allow God to penetrate our hearts.