“He ordered his angels to guard you wherever you go. If you stumble, they’ll catch you; their job is to keep you from falling.” Psalm 91, 11-12
Part of the joy of living in the Phoenix area has been watching my granddaughter, Mikaila, grow up. When Glen and I first moved to the valley, we lived in a small mobile home in a senior park. She’d visit often and loved playing with Papa while I worked.
One day, when Mikaila was three years old, she and Papa played “ball.” She stood at the top of the handicap ramp outside our back door, and Glen waited at the base of the ramp to catch and return the ball to her. The ball got passed Papa. After he retrieved it, he turned around, and Mikaila was missing. How could she have moved so quickly? he wondered. Then he heard a little voice calling out, “Papa, I need help!” Mikaila had knelt down, lost her balance and fell through the railing, landing bottom first into a 40-gallon garbage can, arms and legs tucked in pike position. He lifted her out and checked her over for scrapes, but no damage done.
When Glen told me the story, I said, “This garbage can will never be considered just for waste again!” I believe an angel came and moved the garbage can to the right position to catch our little angel.
Thank you, God, for sending angels to keep us from falling into harm of all types. Amen.