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Topic: ANGELS WATCHING OVER ME (don’t write about the song) (06/04/15)
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TITLE: Wrigley's Angel | Previous Challenge Entry
By Shann Hall-LochmannVanBennekom
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Mommy spun around. “Wrigley Grace, that’s disgusting.”
Dipping her head, Wrigley began sobbing, which made her hiccup. That didn’t help things one bit. All Mommy cares about is a clean table.
Mommy handed Wrigley a cloth. “Are you trying to get my attention?” She reached over and wiped away the tears and snot from Wrigley’s freckled face. “What’s wrong Pun’kin?”
Climbing into Mommy’s lap, Wrigley smeared the remaining tears and boogers onto Mommy’s shirt. “I miss Grammy so much. Why’d she leave me?”
Mommy brushed off the stray hair stuck to Wrigley’s cheek. “We talked about that right after she died. Her body was tired. The doctors tried to fix her, but she was too sick.”
Wrigley shook her head. “No, that’s not what I mean. Shay told me that when her grandfather died he turned into an angel and watched over Shay every second. That made me feel better, and I even figured out who Grammy-Angel is.”
Mommy smiled. “Tell me.”
Tears started flowing down Wrigley’s face again. “No, Camden told me it was stupid.”
Mommy patted Wrigley’s shoulder. “I promise I won’t think it’s stupid.”
Licking her lips, Wrigley looked at Mommy. “Because you and Daddy bought me Winston right after Grammy died, I thought Grammy was a kitten-angel. Winston always knows when I miss her. He jumps on my bed and purrs so hard it shakes my whole body. It tickles, and I stop crying and start laughing. Now I feel all alone again. I was sure Winston was Grammy.”
Cupping Wrigley’s chin into her hand, Mommy said, “That does sound like Grammy. She loved to make you giggle.”
Wrigley’s eyes widened. “Really, do you think Winston is Grammy’s angel?”
When Mommy wrinkled her eyebrows, Wrigley thought, That means she’s going to tell me something I don’t want to hear. She felt tempted to cover her ears, but decided it would be better to hear Mommy out.
Pulling Wrigley closer, Mommy closed her eyes for a second. Leaning over, Wrigley asked, “Are you praying Mommy?”
Mommy squeezed Wrigley in her arms and nodded. “I was praying for wisdom. The truth is, Wrigley, I’m not sure what happens after we die. I believe if we ask Jesus into our hearts and really love him, something super special happens. I’ve no doubt that Grammy loved Jesus and is in Heaven having fun, laughing, singing, and maybe even using her special gifts to worship God. I mean he gives people special talents on Earth, so I think it’s possible he has plans for those gifts in Heaven too.”
Wrigley nibbled on her lower lip. “So Heaven won’t be boring like church can be sometimes?”
Mommy laughed. “I used to worry about that too. In fact, I told Grammy one day, and she said God would use my talent to write songs for the angels to sing.”
“Winston can’t sing so he can’t be an angel. Camden was right!” Wrigley scrabbled off Mommy’s lap and crossed her arms. “Well, is he right?”
Tugging on her arm, Mommy pulled Wrigley close. “I don’t think humans become angels after they die.”
Wrigley tried to wiggle loose, but Mommy held onto her arm. “That doesn’t mean that God didn’t send Winston to comfort you when you’re sad or lonely. I know there are places in the Bible where angels look like humans; I’m just not sure if they look like cats. Grammy believed that she had a guardian angel who sat on her shoulder. She called him G.A. and spoke to him often.”
Mommy grabbed a book from the table. “Let’s see what the Bible says.” She flipped to Hebrews 13:2 and read, “…some have entertained angels without knowing about it.”*
Wrigley grinned. “People wouldn’t suspect a cat, so maybe Winston is an angel. I bet Grandma wrote a song in cat talk. Just like Grammy sang “Angels watching Over Me,” when she tucked me in, maybe Winston purrs Grammy’s song.”
Wrigley kissed Mommy’s cheek. “Even if Winston isn’t an angel, I bet there’s one watching out for me. Maybe I have Grammy’s G.A.”
Mommy kissed Wrigley’s head. “Maybe you do.”
Author’s Note: Fiction, although based on discussions and thoughts I’ve had. *NET Bible
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Where have you been hiding such delicacies from us? At least the pussycat could have sneezed or tiddled in the milk jug to compensate for our loss.
I can't imagine who the author is seeing as I haven't visited the brick throwing forum but I definitely like her article. It's unique for the topic and straightens out some misconceptions about who or what angels are/are not.
(And if you ever visit this side of the pond, your boogers will become bogies - coz we talk posh 'ere!)