He held the door open for me and it was then that I looked into his eyes. There was something very different about them. I saw sadness and gentleness in those deep brown eyes that smiled at me.
Everything about the little old man looked sad and worn out and lonely. He looked like I was feeling. I had been stressed to the point of having panic attacks. My husband and I were out driving around to help relieve some of that stress. We happened upon a Salvation Army thrift shop in some forlorn, almost abandoned shopping plaza. I found some beautiful scarves to buy and was leaving the store when the little man and I met.
He was clumsy with the door and said, "I need a new brain!" I answered, "So do I!"
When I went through the door he was holding open for me I finally noticed the beautiful emotion in his eyes. He said, "You have a good week," to me and then we parted; I to the car and my waiting husband. The little man just disappeared.
Those deep-looking dark eyes full of compassion-was that what I saw? I just can't put it into words very well. But I do know that it was an encounter not by chance, but by design.
I have wondered if he was an angel. I know they exist, but I want to be careful not to romanticize or trivialize God or things concerning Him. I do know that the little man helped me in a way that I believe God intended him to.
Even though there was sadness and loneliness in the little man's eyes, I know I saw something else, and I'll just call it 'Hope.' Here's where words fail and I know I just need to leave off trying.
But the encounter with that fellow also inspired my angels. In Hebrews, chapter 13, we're told that we may "entertain angels unaware."
Creating these angels has become a true labor of love and I can honestly say it's the first time in my art making that I have felt this much inspiration.
I hope it shows, and that you will feel it too.
|He truly is not done yet-I have to finish the wings-more on that next. You can see I have pinned them on!|
|His belt is made of paper!|