Angels

I've really had a fascination with Angels, lately. This morning while I was getting ready for work in Emily's room (so much easier in her room, I  can sit down and flat iron my hair while Eli destroys her room!).
I've cleaned and rearranged Emily's bookshelf many times, but today Eli pulled an Angel book off of the shelf (that I am positive my Mother-In-Law, Nancy, would have bought for her) - that I have never seen.

How have I never seen this book before? It was beautifully illustrated (all child Angels) with lovely quotes. I picked the book up to put it back during the mad rush to put Emily's room back together and something stopped me. I just felt (words can never explain these moments of complete knowing that I receive) there was something for me in that book. I grabbed Eli, the book, and headed downstairs. Eli was happily playing in his play area (our former dining room) while I laid on the floor near him and read through the book. I knew I would know what message was for me - I've had enough of these moments to "just know."

Eli wasn't paying attention to me or the book - he was playing nicely by himself. Suddenly, I turned the page and I knew. There was a child Angel that looked so much like Eli...but, it was a girl. At that exact moment, Eli walked over to me, sat down, and started putting his hand on the page and pointing at that sweet little Angel while looking up at me.

Earlier this week, Tuesday to be exact, I brought a candle and Faith's "box" into Eli's room (he was not with me). I sat on his floor and went through all of Faith's things in her purple box that the hospital so kindly put together for me (a place to go, if you will). I thanked God for her and I thanked God for Eli. It felt like a very important and symbolic moment. They've been my journey towards God. That was the first time that I felt I "combined" Faith and Eli - or thought of them as a pair ... versus separate babies at separate times. In that moment, they were just my babies. So, when Eli came to me and began pointing at that little girl - I was not totally surprised. God is so good like this. Every time I go to Him wholeheartedly or take time to really thank Him for my life, for my journey, He always sends me something. Always.

I think that we are all capable of receiving messages along our path. Small miracles...just for us! But, I believe that we are required to be open to receiving. The messages will not be lightening bolts from the sky, but they will be specific and perfect.