Proof The Bible Is True

Our temporary chapel was nothing fancy, just a plain room with a makeshift altar and candles, but kneeling in it late that Friday night, I felt myself in a very holy place.

 

I was at my church’s annual women’s retreat. This year, for the first time, I’d been assigned to the prayer team. In some ways the job was perfect for me. I’d been praying my whole life. When I was a little girl getting ready for bed, my mother and I always said the same prayer together:

 

Angel of God, my guardian dear,

 

to whom God’s love commits

 

me here,

 

ever this day be at my side

 

to light and guard, to rule

 

and guide.

 

Amen

I spent so many evenings gazing out at the golden rays of the sunset reaching into the new azure evening sky, trying to imagine what that angel might look like.

 

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