Page 31 - Publishing Inspiration Christmas Card 2013
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My landlady, a very proper Polish woman, raised
her eyebrows slightly at such language. Emily ate nearly
a loaf of my homemade bread, each slice smothered in
strawberry jam. She also drank two full glasses of milk.
As she finished, she asked, “Are you an angel?”
“What do you mean?” I asked in surprise.
“Someone told me that God has people that are
called angels, and they work for Him and help someone
that needs help. I thought you might be one of them, and
I was really hungry, so that’s why I came here.”
I smiled at her. “Well, Emily, I suppose that,
sometimes, God can have common people be angels to
help someone.” I thought about that, and then added,
“And if you are ever hungry, or need someplace to go,
you come on over.”
And, though I know I’m no angel, I wondered if
God had brought Emily to me.
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