I met an angel the other day. He is in the form of a little boy. A ten year old little boy. He weares khaki shorts, white collared shirts with sweater vests, and has horribly dry legs that make him look some what like a dinosaur. his head is a little on the big side, But its darling that way. His brown hair is full, and long. touching his ears, long. and his eyes are blue. The angel sorta blue. I don't know his name, or where he is from, but, I do know why I think he is an angel.
You see, the first time I saw him, an immediate thought came to my mind, and that was "You were friends in the prexistance. and he is an angel." Okay, I know this is really really really REALLY strange. But thats, REALLY what I though the moment I looked at him.
Than it got weirder. or better.
He stayed at my work nearly all night. Sitting silently in a booth. Or walking around outside. and everytime I looked at him, more thoughts like that kept coming to my mind. Like, how he died. Because for some reason I knew he once lived. (?) and, that he was coming to check up on me. and, that he was bringing me a message, from my Father in heaven. To just say, "I remember you, and I love you."
Gall, I'm nuts. But this is really what i thought. But even more so, Its what I felt. Its like an undeniable rush of remembrance and calmness when I look at him.
And when I finally talked to him, he knew me. and he said stuff like, "Do you remember me? Remember when I used to give you lots of hugs?" and honestly? Never in this life time. Its all really strange.
But, I'm grateful for this. I mean, whether he IS a real angel, or whether he is just some cute kid in a sweater vest with dinosaur legs.. these thoughts, and feelings, have been really nice. Its nice to think that you are remembered. and loved. Especially from someone who means the world to you. Who you haven't seen in..eighteen years. Ya know? Its good.
I love my angel boy. What a sweet spirit that boy has. and what an awesome heart he has to come all this way, just to visit me. I hope I do that when its my turn.
also, who says you have to die to be someones angel?..
