I’ll Get There

 I started this about five times this morning and deleted each one.  I wasn’t sure I wanted to write this morning and maybe I’ll delete this one too.  My Angels weren’t just for me.  They’re there for everyone I know.  But that seems rather a broad scope whether one even believes in God.  I’ve learned long ago that beliefs don’t matter except just to me.  

I believe in my Angels and really, if you want to know the Truth, that is all that matters.  What anyone believes about God, Angels, or even Jesus doesn’t really matter to me or even to God Himself.  I am but a simple Messenger with a simple Message.  And I don’t cram my Angels down anyone’s throat.  To me, they are real.  But I am my only proof.  

I had no witnesses.  I have just my word.  And often in my thinking, I am a relatively lousy ambassador for Angels.  But I try to judge as I know God judges and that is to go so far to excuse unbelief.  Just respect all Human Life regardless of what you believe.  That’s all I ask of anyone.  I used to think I had to go all out to defend my Angels and my beliefs.  

But doing so caused me too much stress.  I had to learn not to care what anyone thought of my Angels.  I had to learn not to care.  That was the hardest lesson for me to learn.  And sometimes I’m still bothered by unbelief.  Maybe it’s that I am part Angel and mostly human.  I say part, because it’s a small part.  I’ve felt the Peace and Love from Angels.  I want others to know that same Peace and Love as I do.  

But my Angels didn’t make me perfect—just better.  I’m a better person than I was prior to the Angels.  In fact, I go so far to say that if not for my Angels I wouldn’t even be here.  This blog wouldn’t exist and my family would just go on without me.  But my Angels ARE my purpose for life and living.  I can’t help this.  In fact, I can’t help but believe as I do.  

I try to humanize my beliefs about Angels.  I know Angels would never smoke a pipe, for example.  And a pipe is my connection to others.  It’s the only hobby I have.  I guess this blog is a sort of hobby.  I write.  And writing takes thought as opposed to the spoken word.  C. S. Lewis so famously said that a pipe closes the mouth of the foolish.  But in today’s world people type the first thing that pops in their head.  

More people need to smoke a pipe for thought.  This is my fifth attempt at today’s post and I’m still not sure I got it right.  My other attempts today were all about pipes.  I’m more confident about my Angels than I am writing about my pipes.  I’m smoking my Calabash pipe this morning and my phone requires I use two hands.  My Calabash always requires one of my hands, which is why I don’t smoke it all that often.  When I’m smoking it, I always need one hand for smoking it.  I’m going to NY in a few days and I wanted to smoke it before we left.  My coffee is from Blue Bottle Coffee Company.  Thank you for your time and Peace and Love to each one of you.

Dave

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