I look at the workload in front of me and want to weep. I have been sick for two weeks and there is over 200 pages of work that I have missed. I just don’t see how I can do all of this whilst continuing with the current work as well as looking after the children, getting them where they need to be at the right time, trying to feed us, keep us clean and tidy and then there’s Christmas on the way and..and ..and….it’s just all too much!
There’s a knock at the door. As I open it the Coffee Angel smiles, hands me a coffee in a cardboard cup and continues on his way. In one moment, with one action, life seems a little bit better again. Maybe I can do this after all.
Those who know me will know that I don’t talk about angels if I can help it. Mainly because it seems impossible to talk about angels without sounding like a hippy or a bit mad and often both, and to be fair neither of these are the image I’m going for when I wake up in a morning. It may be what I achieve, but trust me I’m aiming for ‘normal’ as much as possible. But I can’t escape the fact that angels do appear a lot in the Bible, all through it they are there; caring, protecting and bringing messages.
I’m lucky, I don’t just have one Coffee Angel, I have many. Not all of them shop at Costa Coffee, it’s not obligatory, some just flick the switch on their kettles because instant coffee works miracles too you know! But they all have these things in common; they appear from nowhere just when life seems unbearable, they care by getting me coffee (yes I could make my own but it’s just not the same!), they protect me from myself, from my own self-doubt and their message to me is loud and clear, “You are loved”.
I thank God for my Coffee Angels.