Elizabeth

Three year. old Elizabeth finished her prayers and crawled into bed as I tucked her smooth sheets and blanket snugly around her.  "Can we play in the snow tomorrow, Mommy?" she asked, watching the fat, white flakes fly by the window.  "We'll see," I said.  I looked out the window too. The tall trees surrounding our house were being buffeted by the storm, their branches sagging under the weight of the snow.      I kissed her good night and closed the door.  The wind whistled, and as I went downstairs I could hear the pines and oaks creak and groan.      Ever since we bought the house I'd been anxious about the trees.  That afternoon our neighbor had lost an ancient pine.  I worried the storm  would knock more down.      Before my husband left to watch a basketball game at a friends house, I asked him to say a prayer with me about the trees. "God keep us safe tonight."      In the family room  I started picking up dolls and toys and just then I heard a loud crash above me. The whole house trembled.  Even the floorboards beneath my feet shook.  I dropped the toys and ran upstairs.      Dear God, don't let it be one of the trees. Elizabeth! that towering pine outside her window!       What if under the weight of the heavy snow....  Heart Hammering, I flung her door wide open.  A blast of cold air hit me.  The window near her bed was gone.  The upper part of the pine tree had knocked it out, leaving behind branches and snow.      I felt glass crunch beneath my slippered feet. Oh my God, Elizabeth must be scared to death.  I turned on the lights and rushed to her bedside to lift her from danger.  But to my amazement she was still sleeping peacefully.  There wasn't any glass on her coverlet or pajamas.      Then i saw them surrounding her.  Layer upon layer of wings forming a feathery canopy above her sleeping form.  Luminescent angels bowed their heads, spreading their wings over her, shielding Elizabeth from harm.  She was nestled in the center of this celestial cocoon, warm and safe.      As I stood there, the shimmering glow suddenly vanished.  I scooped Elizabeth into my arms, hearing her mumble sleepily, and rushed her out of the damaged, cold room.      The next morning Elizabeth and I ventured back to her bedroom.  Holding her hand, I gingerly stepped over the threshold. My husband was tacking a tarp over the broken window.  His eyes filling with tears, he said, "Honey, look."      Together we walked over to the bed.  Thousands of pieces of broken glass lay on the floor, sparkling in the morning sun.  Needle-sharp shards were scattered on all 4 sides of her bed.  My husband ran his hands over the blankets, sheets and pillows.  Not a single splinter of glass was on Elizabeth's bed.      "Last night when I came into your room," I said to Elizabeth, "I saw layer upon layer of wings wrapped around you, protecting you and ........"  "Oh Mommy," she interrupted, "I know about the angels.  One of them patted me on the head before it left!"

Every Prayer sends an Angel to help.

Send some Angels!