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Who Is Among Us

Ok - I know, I know, by this title, you are probably wondering where I can go from here, right?

Well - today at mass, our little 18 month old son was literally pointing, laughing, and looking up towards tall windows in our church. Not just once, but several times, and for several minutes. Those behind us were convinced he saw something no one else could see....that our little guy saw an angel! In reality who knows, but here's what I do like about the whole scenario.

At times, things happen around us, that we just can't explain away. Things happen that can either test our faith, or strengthen it. We all have moments where it seems there is something else going on, besides just what we see. Part of me loves that the people sitting behind us, saw something today that strengthened their faith in angels....and that it was my youngest son that initiated it.

Sometimes we are on autopilot and really do miss those little things that happen to cross our path, those little things that could have strengthened our faith, believe a little deeper, pray a little bit longer.... It reminds me of something today - to be present, alive, paying attention to what happens all around me. I never know just when a moment might present itself to me, that might allow for a light from the Holy Spirit - might allow for me to contemplate the unseen world, and actually say a quick thanks to my own guardian angel. At times I am sure I work him overtime!

We teach our children they each have a guardian angel looking out for them, and some of our kids know their angel's name! (Don't ask me how.....but they fiercely defend the angel's name, so I don't push it). We have always used this method when one of the kids has a nightmare - and it works EVERY time, which I'll tell you certainly strengthens my own faith. We tell them, during the nightmare, or just after, ask your angel for a new dream....and then wait - your angel will bring you a great one. Works every time.
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