Grace tends to visit your heart when the hands slip and the shovel falls to the ground. The hole was never going to be deep enough. It was never going to be finished because you were meant for something else…something you would never choose. Angels come when we have nothing left to fight them off with. We have to exhaust ourselves. It is just part of the deal. Because we will fight off what we don’t want, when we are sure that what we want, is what we must have. Then, when we can’t fight, they come. They lift us. They begin transporting us to a new way. We feel our arms lighter. We feel the burden of what we wanted, slip away sweetly. We enter into the empty to reverse our perspective…pulling away we see the ghost of who we were and grasp why we wanted so badly. We see that the wanting wasn’t about getting. The wanting was there like a lightning rod for pain to ground. It said “strike here-everyday”. What we really needed…was to want. To surrender to being struck with attachment. To experience what the angels lifting us up never can, unless they become like us…when they are in a body.
When they come, lift up your arms. Say, “yes, under this arm…softly now…thank you…yes, I actually do need help with this.” Keep your hands in prayer position. Be naked as newborn in spirit. Be a naked prayer for solace underneath the beating wings. Be lifted to something you do not know to ask for….when you are too tired to fight against–lightness.