I was held in the arms of an angel.

There is this beautiful woman who sings in the choir at my church.

I mean she is exceptionally beautiful. She dresses with style and class. She is lovely of face and form. And she sings like an angel.

When she lifts up her voice in the Alleluia hymn she becomes radiant. From the pews she brought me to tears many times with the emotion in her voice.

Yesterday I got to stand tall and sing with her. Then during the sharing of the peace when everyone shakes hands, and says “peace of the Lord” to one another, as I extended my hand she drew me to her in a lovely warm embrace. Wow! I was held in the arms of an angel.


Sometimes in our darkest hours the radiant light of life shines brightest.
 
Joe