Prodigal: I like to hear the ways that we are protected.

Me: I just read a story, I think you might like.

Prodigal: I am all ears.

This is from the book Where Angels Walk by Joan Wester Anderson

Laura Leigh Agnese of Bethpage, New York was in her home one morning when her three-year-old son Danny tore across the living room floor and tripped. A horrified Laura Leigh watched him, almost in slow motion, hurtle headfirst toward the sharp corner of a table. She took several steps, knowing already that she was too late to break his fall.

But Danny didn’t hit the table at all. Instead, he seemed to stop in midair. Within a few seconds he stood straight up again and ran on.

By the next day, Laura Leigh had forgotten the incident–until Danny, absorbed in play, looked up in her.

“Mommy? I saw a beautiful lady. With wings.”

“Really, Danny?” Laura Leigh smiled. His stories were so imaginative. “What is the lady like?”

“She’s nice,” Danny said matter-of-factly. “She caught me yesterday so I didn’t hit my head against the table.”

Laura Leigh felt a chill. “Did the lady say anything?”

“Uh-hum. She said she was going to watch over me and keep me from getting hurt.”

Now he which establisheth us with you in Christ, and hath anointed us, is God; who hath also sealed us, and given the earnest of the Spirit in our hearts.

2 Corinthians 1:21-22

Jennifer Van Allen

www.theprodigalpig.com

www.faithincounseling.org