The Newest Angel
By Cathy Collar
Dedicated to my sweet beautiful Angel, Anna Michelle Collar.
We all Love & Miss you...
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.