There was a song my sisters and I use to listen to on a tape just before bed.. The Lyrics went….

♫♪♫”Did you ever see an angel, an Angel an Angel? Did you ever see an Angel sees you, they Gaurd and protect you, did you ever see an Angel? Well an Angel sees you.”♫♪♫

As I am sitting here at in Shock Trauma ICU waiting room while my Father {pastor, friend, hero} lies in bed fighting to get stronger  and recover..I think of that song. My father fell 13 feet from a scaffold..stood up and started walking around {with unbenounced to him -8 broken ribs, a cracked sternum, collapsed lungs} He sat down on the grass after having trouble breathing and the ambulance was called. It’s funny how even though I wasn’t there…I see it happening in my minds eye and I see my father falling in slow motion…the sound of air moving swiftly by him, I imagine, him whispering the name by which we can conqueror all..even death…”JESUS!” My father, is a man of faith he knows how to call the name of the Father, and the father hears. I can imagine him thinking of my mom, and me and my sisters, my nephew and how this he has to beat…and then I imagine like a rushing wind a large, massive being, with wings larger than a 747..moving faster than the speed of light and trail of glory flowing behind them. I can see the angel as my fathers lungs collapse {the reason he was saved} blowing breath in his lungs to sustain him..and I see him whispering, unctioning them to call the ambulance. I imagine him standing over my father..ministering to his mind..speaking words of peace…because we are promised peace in the midst of turmoil. I can see this magnificent creature guiding the hands of the EMTS…steady and his presence..my father knows he’s in the father’s hands..and that He HAS given his  Angel charge over him. He has the most strong and peaceful face. His garments are long and regal, it’s not a glow that he has, but again more like a glory….indescribable…no halo like in those pictures portrayed on posters and television shows that diminish the wonder of these magnanamous beings. I can see him holding my fathers hand and letting him know that my mother will be okay. They are rushing him to the emergency room..the wheels of the gurney racing..spinning, churning, spinning, spinning…and everything no longer objects, but time has become but a mixture of  sound and light… I see my mother standing in the room where my father is being worked on…and there he is that peaceful angel..standing by mother his arms around her as he whispers and ministers to her spirit.. “Everything will be okay…Trust in the Father, trust in the father…” My mom is standing stronger than she has ever had to stand…she is praying silently, yet ferverently as the doctors speak to her..the words like a scrabble board over turned..The Angel, his magnificent wings even closed covering the room is interceding with my mother. My father enters in to surgery and the sedation begins to take place, and the Angel remains standing tall like the chief commanding officer himself..unctioning one nurse to speak up about concerns of doing a certain procedure too soon. He is not only present, but aware and alert of every move…every heart beat.  My father is taken to recovery ICU and my immediate family goes in to see him two by two…concerned, yet prayerful..we are a family of faith… I walk in ICU ward with my dad’s older sister…we wash our hands..it’s almost as if time stands still and I prepare myself for what my father a man I have never seen down in my lifetime, will look like…what he will feel like..what will life be the moment I see him. We walk to the the space curtains on each side..I put my head forward first as if to peak in and then the rest of me..thrushed in to the moment. I see my father..and there is he..he looks well not like a man who has had such a traumatic event. He looks like my father..strong and peaceful…Only there are tubes and and tape everywhere and a little paint on his hands from where he was working..and even though my aunt is there…It seems like I am there alone…she in her moment..and me in mine…family. I lay my hand on his..daughter to father…and I say a prayer..and there is a moment of..”Why?” and it was like peace came..and it was over me..and in that moment.. I was just thankful.. thankful my father was alive…thankful he was breathing..Thankful for a healing I knew..I know will come…In that instant..I can imagine in my minds eye…that guardian angel, in all wonder, and glory..a flame of glory looking at me and with one single nod as if to say ”Don’t worry.” I walked out of the doors of the ICU and down the hall and just breathed…..God has sent His angel…just as His Word promises.

“He shall give His angels charge over you. To keep you in all your ways. In their hands they shall bear you up. Lest  you dash your foot against a stone.” 

Psalms 91:11-16

“He who dwells in the secret place of the Most High shall abide under the shadow of the Almighty. I will say to the Lord. ” He is my refuge and my fortress; My God, in Him will I trust.”

Psalms 91:1-2