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Don’t miss out on being an angel!

Luke 22:43
“An angel from heaven appeared to him and strengthened him.”

Jesus was about to die. Not just any death, but an excruciatingly painful and humiliating death. Bonus, since He is God, He knew exactly what was before Him.

You know the tension you feel as a dreaded event draws ever nearer? I can only imagine the dread looming near His heart that night...
Then verse 43 appears. An angel comes to strengthen.

The thought dawns on me... how many times has God sent an angel to help me in times of heartbreak, anxiety, trial and trouble?

Maybe I’ve not even known it was an angel. Yet other times I can clearly remember the comfort and peace a sweet friend provided out of the blue.

God still sends us angels, I’m sure of it. Sometimes something as small as a smile and kind word from a complete stranger is enough to take off the edge of the anxiety of a situation I’m facing. Who knows if it was an angel!

How many times has He given ME the opportunity to be someone else’s angel? You know those random thoughts to text someone out of the blue, send a card just because, or stop to see someone you weren’t originally planning to? Who knows if those were His gifts to you to bless someone else as an angel.
An angel to strengthen... I’ll receive that blessing anytime, and I hope I don’t shrug off any opportunities to be an angel in someone else’s day too.

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