For Give Her Wings' Little Lambs
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Arel looked up at the sun and squinted. By his count, it was probably about the time that Rachel would want her nap. It had been five years since he’d been assigned to watch her, and she’d been a little bundle of trouble ever since he started. He chuckled. It was totally worth it, though, just to be able to see her grin every day. He’d had to start hiding his appearance near her. God had said her memory was improving. Phooey.
Of course, her mother didn’t spend nearly the amount of time with her daughter that Arel did, so she didn’t know that Rachel was getting tired. Instead, she’d taken her to the park. “Oh boy,” the child-angel murmured.
Rachel yawned. “No, no, no,” Arel whispered. “She needs to sleep! Or she’ll be a mess the rest of the day!” He flew up and whispered this into Rachel’s mother’s thoughts, but her mind was too busy with work to think hard about her daughter. “Come on, mom!” he almost yelled. She was pushing Rachel’s stroller towards the playground where, no doubt, she’d want her daughter to play.
“Mommy?” Rachel asked, yawning again. “When are we going to go home?”
“What?” her mom asked, surprised. “But we just got here! You can’t already want to go home! Now get out there and play, sweetheart.” Arel smacked his forehead with a wing.
“But I don’t want to!” Rachel whined.
Arel looked up at Rachel’s mother’s guardian angel, Refial. “Can you do anything?” he asked frantically.
Refial shrugged helplessly. “I can’t, not in this situation! Taking care of Rachel is your job. I can’t help,” he answered. Arel looked at the park. Some of the other Christians there (only two or three) had guardian angels with them, but none of them would be able to give Arel the help that he . . . Rachel, needed.
“Oh, no,” Arel muttered again.
“You need the exercise, and you need to make friends!” her mother decided, and pushed the stroller further into the park, and to a bench, where she sat down and pulled out her laptop as she unbuckled Rachel. The five-year old unhappily flopped, fish-like, from her seat and stomped off towards the playground. Okay, that was serious misbehavior to the child-angel, but it was still his job to watch her and protect her. He flew over to where she now sulked.
Suddenly, a little girl came near, with a friendly smile on her face. Another child-angel stood behind her. She waved at Arel, who gave her a thumbs up. “This is exactly what she needs right now. Er, kind of,” he told the other child-angel. “You’re Cyra, right?”
“Yeah, I am. This is Hannah, my new charge! She just gave her little life to God, twenty minutes ago, and I’ll bet you anything that the first thing she asks is . . .”
“ . . . Do you love God?” Hannah asked Rachel, with a slight lisp. Rachel nodded, the stubborn look of disobedience fading from her eyes.
“Called it!” Cyra exclaimed. “Adorable, right?”
Arel chuckled and nodded. “They do that so much when they’re little. Of course, I’m not much larger than her. I look like a ten-year-old human,” he commented. “Amazing, right? That God could think up something this awesome?” He did a little spinning dance.
Cyra joined him, and they made a sort of circle with their wings, hopping up and down for the joy of seeing something that their God made turn into something beautiful.
Out of breath, Arel stopped and turned to Rachel. She was curled up underneath the playground, and Hannah was by her, also sound asleep. “Well, that takes care of two problems at once,” he said.