Sometimes you need an angel, other times you need to be brought back down to earth.
Most of my angel moments have been amazingly uplifting and soul-filling. A couple others have fulfilled their purpose, but in a more humbling way.
I was on a business trip to St. Louis that required me to be in town on a Sunday morning, and I decided to attend church service at the cathedral. I was there early, and the organist/choir director was there setting up and prepping his music. I sat and listened and then got up enough nerve to mention to the director that I sang with my choir back home and read music pretty well, and that I’d love to sit in and sing with the choir that morning. He smiled, pointed to a spot in the pews right in front of the choir (but not in the choir), and suggested “Why don’t you sit down right there and just sing your little heart out?” Check. Message received. ☺
Angels and diners
Stopping at a small diner/old root beer stand for lunch, Ellen and I looked over the menus, asked what the soup was for the day, ordered our drinks… the usual routine. Our server was busy, as it appeared to be peak lunchtime for the little place. When she got back with the drinks and asked if we had decided on our lunch choices, we ordered, Ellen first, then my own, and then I offered the server the menus. Apparently, I forgot that we had picked them up from one of those slotted holders on the wall end of the booth. They left their menus there, rather than collecting and handing them out for each patron. There was just something about the timing of the way she coached me where to return the menus: “Sir, you can take those menus and shove ‘em….. right back there.” Check. Message received. ☺
Angels. God winks. Moments of Grace.