Personally I believe angels are all around us. I believe the veil between the seen and unseen worlds is permeable and we just can’t see into it. My sense is the spiritual beings in the unseen realm can and do interact with this realm.

I have experienced angels in my life, ones I consider real angels. I have heard stories from credible sources who have experienced an angel in the guise of a person. One such trusted person shared with me her being saved from a near deadly accident when she was in Israel. While crossing the street she stepped right in front of an oncoming bus and was pushed out of its way by a “person” at the last moment so she was not killed. When she looked back there was no one there. I believe her.

There are those real angels and then there are just special people we meet who I call angels. A couple months ago I shared with you the “angel” story of the literally miraculous way the airline gate representative got me on a flight from Dallas to Boston via Denver (!!!) which started a chain of events of my spending weeks with my Denver grandchild. A grandma’s delight. Her actions created a cavalcade of blessings.

This week my flight to NYC for work was delayed, then canceled and there seemed no hope. Once again an “angel” got me there.

Sid and I recently went to the UMJC conference in North Carolina. After a long day of travel and quite a hike to the building where our room was located, we discovered that the front desk (uphill and in a different building) had not given us a functioning keycard. An “angel” maintenance person arrived to help us, returned with a correct keycard, and refused any monetary expression of gratitude. I have been taking note of how I feel when these earthly angels share their hearts of love.

The feeling is almost indescribable. Such peace and warmth of feeling loved is felt when someone is so inordinately kind and loving to us. Especially in these days, such love is needed and when given unexpectedly, its effect is magnified.

On the continuum of giving a smile to show love, these more magnanimous efforts often require sacrificial effort on the part of the giver making the effect actually disproportionately magnified. The recipient can sense the sacrificial efforts, that the person put their own needs aside to help another. The airline agent this week who had just loaded the plane must have been tired from dealing with cancelled flights and stressful situations. Yet she spent so much time trying to make it work for me, and she did. Similarly, it was after 11 PM when the maintenance person at the UMJC conference so kindly showed love to two very tired travelers.

I am re-energized to be a giver, one who not just gives selflessly but who is motivated to ease another’s burden. The training ground is within our own families and in our communities. There are so many ways we can serve our close loved ones to make their lives easier. The outworking is the ability to do the same for fellow travelers we encounter on our life journey’s path.

Our Abba selflessly, lovingly brought forth Yeshua to be here in the flesh, to suffer as we suffer, even moreso, to know our pain viscerally, and to take on Him that suffering.  His teachings overflow with the importance of generosity, of giving the coat, even more than just the shirt off our back. In the model of Yeshua we are selflessly to give of ourselves as we show our love of our brothers and sisters even if to do so causes suffering to ourselves.

As I head to my meetings this morning I am still smiling and feeling so loved, all the result of an airline representative’s random act of kindness. These small love drops matter more than we know.

May this week be one filled with opportunities to love as did Yeshua, and to be an angel inspired to brighten another’s day with unanticipated kindness.

Shabbat shalom.

Diane