Angels come to us

One year when I was a counselor at summer camp, I was walking down a gravel path around twilight with a million things on my mind. Then I met an angel. 

I didn’t see anything ethereal, or feel something sitting on my shoulder. But I did respond to the direction to pause near the boathouse for a while. As I watched the sky turn reds and purples, a feeling of awe at God’s immensity swept over me. Worries were replaced with a deep calm. 

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