Prepare a Way
From the first day of the pandemic, there was a person who checked in on me every day, multiple times a day. Out of nowhere.
The person was from my church. He was someone with special needs. I never knew him before this. Never talked to him once. He said he was my guardian angel. Indeed, I believe he was after reflecting on the strength and consolation I drew from his words. An angel in human form. God-sent to watch over me.
He also happened to be a cross-bearer.
On many occasions, this person pulled me back to my church when I was straying. He would ask me when I was coming back. He would challenge me in my doubts and discouragement. He would console me with God’s simple, beautiful truths. He was God’s voice, God’s consolation, and God’s shepherd hands leading me back. His kindness every day without fail made me smile. He was there every morning. He was there every night.
I asked him one day how he knew I needed someone to check in on me. He said he just had a hunch.
He said he has helped others in the past, but now he just helps and checks in on me.
Mysterious...and beautiful.
The kindness of a stranger...the kindness of an angel.