God Gave Me an Angel!

God Gave Me an Angel!

If you know me, you know I love her. She is cute (looks like me), silly, hates to lose, a warrior and makes the room light up when she is there. She also seems like she has been here before. She is an Angel from Heaven.

This week has been rough. My Hometown City (the D, Motown, the Motor City, the land of What Up Doe!) is suffering. The D is leading the nation in Coronavirus case growth and also per capita deaths. Last week a young man I did not know, Marlowe Stoudamire, succumbed to the virus. He was a man of Omega Psi Phi Fraternity and a graduate of Cass Tech High School. He was also a father and a champion for the people and the community. He reminded me of a younger version of me. This week we lost Joseph Coleman Jr. He was a high school classmate and football teammate. He was a good dude who would on occasion check on me and my Angel via social media. I do not know the circumstances of his death, but nevertheless his death makes me sad. It was a tough week.

My daughter Teresa did not know Marlowe or Joe and she is not aware of what is going on in the D. She had dinner with me, her mom and her grandpa this week and she was excited. She felt good. When we got back to my house, I allowed her to stay up until 10:00 (30 more minutes) and she decided to draw. She loves to draw. She asked me for some tape and went to her room to draw. She drew, and she drew and she drew some more. She finally called me to come to my bedroom door where she presented her art work.

Teresa said, “Daddy this first picture I made to show I Love You. The second picture I made because you are the Best Dad Ever! The third picture I made is a poem and I wrote out the words. Do you want me to read it to you?” “It says an Angel from above is singing a song just for you and that song says your little girl will always be there for you. I love you Dad!” “The next picture says Love U and the next one I wrote Daddy says Be Your-Self. It is important to Be Your-Self daddy.” After the artistic presentation, of course she ended by giving dad a big hug and kiss.

My Angel did not know my frat brother or friend that I lost. She does not know the pain and hurt going on in Daddy’s Hometown where Nana (her grandmother) lives. I know that she is an Angel created by God and she delivers messages that are right on time in order to get me and others through. Teresa is one of many angels God has created. I ask that you tell someone about your Angel and what they are doing for you. We know the bad things that are happening in our world. We are posting stories about challenging events and how we need to respond better to those events. I ask that in addition to sharing about those events, please share a story about those Angels who are making it better for you and others.

Tell Someone About Your Angel Today! I Love My Angel.

JB