Angels Ain’t Just Kid Stuff
Well, now, here we go, friend. Come right on up here on this front porch and settle yourself into this creaky ol’ rocker that sounds like a woodpecker tappin’ out a hymn on a hollow log. Let the happy breeze git to swirlin’ ‘round you like it’s carryin’ some real good secrets right straight from heaven itself. Sometimes you need a good, quiet spot in the outdoors to help you to remember some o’ them there truths that run deeper than the roots of that big ol’ oak tree out yonder. Hebrews 1:14 says, “Are they not all ministering spirits, sent forth to minister for them who shall be heirs of salvation?” An’ friend, that right there tells us somethin’ mighty important. Angels ain’t just fairy‑tale fluff. They’re God’s own special heavenly helpers sent to look after folks like you and me.
Most of us done first heard ‘bout them guardian angels way back when we was plumb knee‑high to a grasshopper, scared of the boogeyman hidin’ behind the closet door or some creepy crawly creature lurkin’ up under the bed. It was comfortin’ to think somebody from heaven was standin’ guard when the lights went out. But as we got to growin’ up, them there monsters faded, and sadly, for many of us, them angels did, too. But friend, angels ain’t just kid stuff. They’re real powerful spiritual beings created by God to be protectin’, deliverin’, and preservin’ His children.
The word salvation in Hebrews 1:14 comes from the Greek word soteria, meanin’ deliverance, preservation, and even material an’ earthly needs kind o’ help. Just think ‘bout that now. God has armies of glorious beings whose whole job is to be watchin’ over us, guidin’ us, and shieldin’ us from dangers we never even see comin’. Psalm 103:20 says they respond to the Word of God, so when trouble comes knockin’ like a nosy lil’ ol’raccoon meddlin’ ‘round on the back porch, don’t you just sit there wringin’ your hands. Speak the Word. Give your angels somethin’ to work with. Then, be patient and let ‘em do what God sent them to be doin’. They always finish their assignments.
Father, thank You for sendin’ Your angels to watch over me. Help me speak Your Word with faith, so they can be movin’ on my behalf. Strengthen my trust in Your protection and remind me that I never walk alone. In Jesus’ name, Amen.
Well, I’ll swanee, now, friend, as leave off this here porch and git to journeyin’ back into the rhythm of your day, hold this here truth close to your heart that God’s protection ain’t real fragile or even imaginary. It’s as real as the sunlight glintin’ off that there pasture fence. You gotta’ be walkin’ steady. Walkin’ real confident. An’ when you do, even that there hush that starts to settlin’ over the fields at dusk might git to feelin’ like heaven is done leanin’ in close, whisperin’ that you’re sho’-nuff covered, guarded, and loved by the Mighty One who commands all the hosts of glory.
With joy,
Gwen
