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Tears of a Blue Angel
The golden rays of light begin to spill through the window of a woman’s bedroom, but a blue angel watching her blows the curtains shut. Walking to her bed, he pulls the covers over her shoulder, wishing her just an hour or two more to sleep. Her eyes are still red from the tears, and the sheats are still torn from her frustration. Having watched her all her life, the angel could feel a sense–even if it was just a sense–of the wrenching pain that was eating her up from the inside.
He desperately wishes he could tell her why all this was happening. Why the only person that had ever loved her had to pass away, leaving her alone with a family that abused her and scorned her grief and despair. Why the agony of losing the only one she was able to love had been allowed to come upon her. Why God had allowed the only flame of hope she had ever possessed to extinguish.
In truth, the angel does not know. Why has God permitted her soul to be crushed like this? The angel’s wings radiate a blue light that fills the room, though the woman can only see darkness, yet perhaps the bluest thing in the room is the tear in the angel’s eye. If only she had seen the tears streaming down the Lord’s face when she shrieked in the night. If only she had seen just how much He bled as the pain ripped her soul to shreds. Maybe, just maybe, then she would feel at least a little warmth in her cold world of despair. He felt it, very much more than the angel ever could. One look at His scars says everything.
“Do not let her die,” He had solemnly charged the angel. “She will beg for her life to end, but do not let her die.” As always, He was right. The angel gazes at the woman’s slumbering face. If only he could tell her how much the Lord cares; how much He desires to carry her pain. But her thoughts are constantly so confused and clouded that she can scarcely make out his voice among all the others. Yet perhaps during this time, the time she is in her deepest sleep, she will be able to hear him even a little clearer. She will not remember, but all the angel wants is for her to hear.
“Andrea, don’t let go.”