They stay in a box in my attic from January 1 until the day after Thanksgiving. They were a gift from my mother when she took a ceramics class when she and daddy lived in Coquina Crossing. This year marks the 25th Anniversary of their appearance in the manger scene that is a part of my Christmas decorations.
Each of my children is represented by an angel. They are all angelic - most of the time.
The candle also represents the
angels who helped prepare the way for Jesus' birth.
The angel Gabriel announced
to Mary that she, a virgin, had been chosen to bring the son of God
into the world and an angel told a dreaming Joseph who
was betrothed to Mary, the same thing. And then angels appeared to the
shepherds and sang to them:
"Glory to God in the highest and on earth peace goodwill to all"
At the same time mother made the three angels, she also created this pair.
They took on more significance this
past summer when mother passed away and we began to think of her and daddy
together.
I don't think they have become
angels in their death. But I do like to imagine them together like
this piece of art represents
Recently I was asked if I have a
guardian angel. I'm not sure about that. There have been times that I could
almost hear Rich Suhey's response when I was trying to make a decision.
Scripture records that the angels
were a preparation tool with regard to the anticipated
birth as Mary and Joseph were told and that they proclaimed the actual
birth when the shepherds were visited by the angelic hosts on the
night of Jesus's birth.
One thing I know about our parents -
they prepared us for what was ahead. They took us to Sunday School, they
proclaimed their personal faith and trust in Jesus and they taught us to love.
Daddy was born on this day (12/18)
in 1921. He grew up to love God, our mother, us and our children and
grandchildren, golf, and the gators.
Both of our parents taught us to
love each other and our neighbor.
Don Goodman and Becky Hobbs wrote
the song Angels among us in 1986 and Alabama recorded it in
1993. These words speak to me:
"I believe there are angels among us. . .
to show us how to live to teach us how to give
to guide us with
the light of love. . .".
In my daydreaming kind of world, I'd
like to believe that the little nudge I get might be from Rich or one of my
parents. But I don't believe that anyone who has gone on "from here to
there" as was my granddaddy Nesmith's favorite way to express one's
passing has become an angel.
I do believe that my parents loved
each other and us beyond measure. I believe that Rich Suhey truly loved me.
And they all get some of the credit
for teaching me --
To
Love!!!
To make you appreciate the shadows
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