Angels and Devils
My friend’s woes weighed heavy on me this week and when she had her 19th nervous breakdown I told her to hold on that a band of angels would come to take her over the finish line. So when the call came, I volunteered to be in the band.
Trying to accomplish an angel’s job made it even clearer how to handle the ordinary little devils that get in your path – walk around them. The little dust devils, squawking devils, jumping up and down devils, the tiny devils with the pitchfork sticking into your soft spots – they mean nothing. Remember to rise above these devils.
In order to rise though you need to have wings – and you have to earn them.