The Newest Angel
By C. L. Collar
Dedicated to my sweet beautiful Angel, Anna Michelle Collar.
We all Love & Miss you...
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| Anna Michelle Collar Aug. 26, 1980 ~ Dec. 22, 2004 |
The softly glowing orb floated through the dark,
silent night. Her light rivaled that of
the moon. She was told she could not
go. She could not make this trip from
heaven to Earth. She was too young, too
newly an angel, but in her heart she knew she had to come. It would be her first Christmas away from her
earthly family and she must be there.
They had to know that she was all right. That she was happy and a part
of her would always be with them. The
new angel wasn’t sure how she was going to accomplish this, but she was
determined and with the help of God, he would help her, he’d understand, she
would find a way.
She floated
looking for any sign that she was in the right place. Her journey had disoriented her a bit and she
really wasn’t accustomed to her new form.
The frozen ground reflected her glow, lighting her way through the brisk
night. She did not feel the cold. The
glowing warmth that God had bestowed upon her filled her whole being.
There it was, her
earthly home. No Christmas lights
outside this year. The sight saddened
her a little. Her mother loved Christmas
and always decorated the house and yard with thousands of brilliant
lights. The Nativity Scene hadn’t even
been set out. But she understood
why. Her family really didn’t feel the
Christmas joy this year because they were missing her.
Determined to let them know that
she was gloriously happy, she slipped into the house. A dream vision would be the easiest way to
talk to them. Her grandpa’s sister,
Shellia had passed at the tender age of nine.
She had become the new angel’s very special friend and taught her a few
simple angel tricks, how to pass through walls and not knock herself out in the
process, how to make things glow and how to enter a dream. The new angel said a silent prayer. Please God help me get this right. Her inner glow grew a little warmer. She smiled.
He was with her on her quest.
She floated to her
parent’s bedroom. The sadness and grief
almost knocked her down. She must fight
her way past this. She had been warned
this would be her biggest enemy in getting through to them.
“It will be all
right. I am with you. I will give you the strength you need.”
The voice softly blended with her
whole being. Fortified, she bolted
forward, through the fog of despair that barred the entry into the room.
First, would be
her mom. She would be easier to
reach. Her mind was open to the thought
that her daughter would contact her in some way. Her mom had prayed for it. The new angel pausing studied her mother’s
face. Dark circles appeared under her
eyes, evidence of unending tears that had been shed. Yes, this was the right thing to do. She must vanish the doubt in her mother’s
mind. Softly she hovered over her mom’s
heart. She had already planned the dream
that would be implanted there. Her
thought formed and pushed its way gently in, a glowing white angel with
feathery wings, basking in a brilliant light and her smiling face looking into
her mother’s eyes. The young angel
watched as her mother’s grief lifted a little and a smile spread on her lips.
She drifted to her
dad. She knew he would be more
difficult. He was trying so hard to be
the strong one. As always, he thought he
had to be the rock for all to lean on.
She felt his enormous pain. He
held inside all of his suffering and grief.
It was so vast. She knew she had
to push her way past and find the soft spot underneath. Try as she might, her thoughts would not
break through. What would she do
now? The soft, calm voice was back.
“You must enter
his heart. I will help you.”
With a surge of
light, the new angel battled through the hard shield her father and built. Thump, thump, she was in! She had thought about his dream very
carefully. It had to be simple, yet
strong enough for him to believe. The
thought formed. A blue sky covered with
dark clouds. The clouds represented her
fears and problems on earth. Now the
clouds would part to a blazing sun, her bright new world. He was a being of nature and would understand
this dreams’ meaning. Struggling back
through the shield, she forced her way out.
She watched as his face transformed from tension and strain into a state
of satisfied calmness.
Hovering above her
parents, she soaked in their love. She
hated to go, but her work here was done.
If she stayed any longer, it would be harder for them to move on.
“I will visit you
often,” she whispered drifting out of the room.
She paused at the sight of the
familiar Christmas tree standing in its usual spot in the living room. She took in all of the homemade ornaments and
twinkling lights. Her eyes followed them
to the top, where she knew the beautiful Christmas Angel would stand. Oh no!
Something was wrong. The
Christmas Angel's candles, held in her hands were not lit! This just wouldn’t do!
“Here is my
Christmas present to all of you,” she said.
The candles began to glow then blossomed into a brilliant light. “Merry
Christmas! I love you all dearly!”
Floating back to
heaven, the new angel felt a great worry lift from her soul. She knew her message had gotten through. Now she must move on to her new life.
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