I carry this precious little glass angel around with me wherever my pocketbook and I go. It’s safely tucked away in my wallet. Whenever I reach into the coin part of my wallet, I feel it’s coolness and I think of two very special people. I think of my friend, Tammy as she is the one who gifted this sweet little token to me. And I think of my little sister, Naomi. The morning of Naomi’s funeral, Tammy came through the receiving line and gave myself and my two daughters a pink glass angel. She told us that sometimes, when we are going through a difficult time, it helps to have something to hold and focus on.

So for 11 1/2 years, I’ve had my angel nearby. Until last night. While we were checking out at a nearby grocery store, I noticed the coin section of my wallet was unzipped. When I reached in to check for my angel, I realized she was missing. No problem. She must have fallen out and was lost amongst the pens, tubes of chapstick and hand sanitizer bottles at the bottom of my purse.

It wasn’t until this morning, when I got to work that I remembered to empty my purse and look for her. After dumping everything onto my desk, the realization that she was in fact not in my purse caused panic to set in. I looked through my checkbook and address book thinking she may be hiding in there. Starting to get teary, I texted Mark and Sarah to tell them that I thought my angel was missing. Sarah said that she would pray that I’d find her. Sitting at my desk, I prayed that she would be found all the while thinking “This is crazy! God certainly has bigger things to take care of than to show me where this token had gone to.”

A few minutes after praying, I turned in my office chair, moved my foot and felt something underneath. When I looked down, there was my little angel! I couldn’t believe it. And then, I felt the Holy Spirit tap me on the shoulder. Why do I doubt that even the smallest worries and concerns in my life are not also important to Him? One of God’s names is ABBA, a tender term of endearment that means “Daddy”. Don’t we as parents want to hear the concerns, fears and worries of our children? Do we tell them that whatever they are struggling with just isn’t that important? That we have far bigger things to worry about?

“Which of you, if your son asks for bread, will give him a stone? Or if he asks for a fish, will give him a snake? If you, then, though you are evil, know how to give good gifts to your children, how much more will your Father in heaven give good gifts to those who ask him!”
Matthew 7:9‭-‬11 NIV

I’m so thankful that my God is also my Father. That He loves me so and that He wants me to bring my requests, no matter how big or small they are, to the foot of His throne. He’s a good, good Father.

Oh, and my angel, she’s safely tucked and zipped away in my wallet where she belongs.