If only we could put our hands in His Side. (John 20:27)
My daughter has been told countless times, how her Father in Heaven loves and cherishes His beloved children. She has always had such a passion for God, witnessed by her constant desire to talk about Jesus and sing church songs. We have prayed together, sang together, and her endless questions about God reveal her devoted passion to seek truth. As she suffered through difficult struggles in her young life, I believe her passionate faith inspired her strength. There is something so innocent and powerful, when a child’s spirit soars. It’s been a beautiful testimony for me to realize God’s Hand in her life. My girl has grown to believe.
And now she has seen His Angels…
I told her to write down exactly what she saw. She resisted with “Aw mom, why do I have to do that?”, as if it was a torturous homework assignment. She doesn’t get it. She doesn’t realize that in that wondrous night, she experienced what most would never live to see in a lifetime. She was witness to the miracle of knowing, not just believing. She was blessed with an astounding truth to behold.
Proof.
And as time passes, and the world sucks her in and swirls her around into questioning and wondering…
As she grows older and the world wages war on her faith with circumstances beyond her control…
When she limits her vision to only what she sees and feels and understands…
There will come a time, when she will remember the moment she saw three angels smiling at her.
And she will know.
