Someone to Watch Over Me

Do you ever notice how, if you change one little thing, you feel like something is wrong?

I was driving to work the other day and instead of taking my work truck I decided to drive Bob the Jeep to work. Normally I'm pretty relaxed on my drive to work. I have my tea in one cupholder, a glass of milk in the other, my audiobook going on the radio, and I gradually make my way to work. 

But on this day, simple things were making me feel uneasy. First of all, the cupholders in Bob aren't that great so I have to drive with my hand resting on my cups so they don't spill. Then the sun was in my eyes so I was having difficulty seeing -- not so much the road, but inside the vehicle. Plus, for some reason, it was bothering me that I had to drive with gloves on (stupid, yeah, I know). I felt awkward, like I didn't know where anything was.

Now this is pretty ridiculous because I've been driving Bob for 17 years. I should be able to drive just by "feel".

Then there was this street cleaner. He was going along at 3 mph in the right hand lane and approaching a turn that I had to make. I had to make a decision to go around him or stay behind him. I decided to stay behind him and then he stopped quite a ways from the stoplight and didn't make the turn. So now I had to go around him and turn in front of him. 

Holding on to the cups so they don't spill, I went around him and made my right turn. But, while I was worried about him, the light had changed and I pulled out a bit too late in front of the oncoming traffic. Fortunately, they were just getting going so everything turned out okay. However, the first thing I thought of was, "Thank you, Angels!"

Do you believe in Angels? I do. They watch over you all the time, whisper suggestions in your ear, find you parking spots, and save you from disaster. I kindof like to think of them as God's army. 

You know the old Gershwin song, "Someone to Watch Over Me?" 

I'm a little lamb who's lost in the wood

I know I could always be good

To one who'll watch over me.

Now while the song is about a woman singing about a man, the lyrics come to me every time I feel like my Angels are watching over me. 

I haven't always been able to "hear" my Angels, but recently I find that their "suggestions" have become clearer. You know that little voice you hear in your head saying, "Oh I wouldn't leave that glass there because it's going to get knocked over," and then two minutes later you knock it over and spill it all over everything. That's your Angels.

Years ago I had a tarot card reading (before I knew the Bible doesn't approve of such things). This particular medium, with whom I had seen before, was particularly uncanny. She knew things about me there was no way she could know.

For instance, years before I bought a house, she told me my first house would be a blue house. When it came time for me to purchase my first house, which was yellow, I thought about her. Quite a few months after buying my house I was having a new back door installed and they had to remove some of the siding on the house. Underneath the yellow vinyl siding, were wood clapboards, which were ... wait for it ... blue!

Anyway, one time she told me that my "guides" (Angels) were frustrated with me because I wasn't listening to them. Do Angels get frustrated? Maybe. After that point in time I started trying to listen better, and act on those little suggestions.

Sometimes when I can't find something that I know I should know where it is, I will close my eyes, take a deep breath and I ask my Angels for help. Inevitably, an image will come into my mind of a place in my house, and if I go there, I will find whatever it was I was looking for. Kindof spooky, but comforting at the same time.

The hard part is learning to listen to their nudgings and act on them. "Don't go around town go through town." Didn't listen to that one the other day and ended up being rerouted by an accident. 

To me, knowing they are there, is reassurance that we are never alone. I don't think there is a day that goes by where I don't thank either God or my Angels, or both, for watching my back. I like to think of them as my own personal Secret Service. They watch out for me. They help me make it through this life that can be so difficult and frustrating at times. All I have to do is listen.