For Give Her Wings' Little Lambs
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Arel’s wings spun into a dive, and yet again he crashed into the ground. “Aw,” he moaned as he sat up again, looking up at the brick wall of a house. “Why do my wings not work every single time?”
A child’s laugh interrupted his train of thought. “There you are!” Arel cooed, and dashed over to admire his child-charge. “Rachel, what’ve you been up to?” The two-year-old looked up at him with a smile on her face. “What are you thinking about?”
“Ga,” Rachel spluttered, a pacifier falling out of her tiny mouth. Arel picked it up and put it back in her mouth, and Rachel closed her eyes, content to suck. It only took a moment, though, before they opened again and her baby blue eyes peeked up at Arel once more. “Ga!” Her pacifier hit the floor again.
“Why is it that babies never remember a thing?” Arel wondered aloud, then turned to a window. Outside he could see another angel flying through the air. He stuck his head outside. “Gabriel! I have a question for you!” he called. He turned to Rachel. “I’ll be right back.”
Arel flapped up into the sky where Gabriel the messenger sped along, presumably to tell Michael or some other angel something. “Gabriel! Question?”
“Yes, young one?” Gabriel asked as his shining body sped along. Arel worked to keep up.
“Why don’t babies remember anything? Even seeing us?” the child-angel asked.
“Their brains aren’t fully developed until they reach the age of five or six. Now, go back to watching your charge. The Lord has another angel watching Rachel, Kiely I think. Hurry,” Gabriel urged.
“That fast? Wow!” Arel dashed back down and through the window to see another child-angel popping Rachel’s binky back in, probably for the third or fourth time. “Okay, I’m back!” Arel announced.
Kiely nodded, but was slow to get up. “You should see what she’s imagining! Children are amazing!” she wondered. “Quick, come see!”
Arel walked over, and Kiely guided his hand to Rachel’s soft head. “Look at that!” Kiely exclaimed. “She’s got an imaginary friend already!” Indeed, Arel saw another little girl angel rolling a ball towards Rachel. “Can babies do that?” Kiely asked.
“I don’t know!” Arel was excited. Watching his charge laugh and be happy in her mind made his day. Kiely laughed one more time, then perked up.
“Gotta go!” She zoomed out of the window, presumably called by Yahweh. “Have fun with Rachel!” she called back. Arel looked up through the window, not paying attention to where she was moving, and stumbled backwards. Rachel giggled, and in the process, lost her pacifier.
“You gotta be kidding me. Okay, this time you can put it back in.” Rachel stared up at him as he got up. Her captivating blue eyes held Arel’s gaze for another few moments. Arel finally consented. “All right, but next time, you’re on your own.” He picked up the slobbery thing and slid it back into her mouth.
Arel had barely turned away before he heard “Ga!” and the sound of a binky hitting the carpet. “What now?” he murmured, and looked back to see Rachel’s mother holding the baby. “Oh, good, now you can put it back in!” he said, but her mom didn’t notice the pacifier and started to carry Rachel out of the room.
Rachel’s bottom lip began to tremble, and a whimper escaped her tiny body. “Uh-oh. Mom! Do something!” Arel whispered. Rachel’s mother still didn’t notice. She looked exhausted, the child-angel noticed. “Hang on, little one, I’m coming!” he called, and swooped down to snatch up the pacifier.
He popped it in just as Rachel’s mouth opened to cry. The baby sucked contentedly, and Arel wiped his brow. This time, the pacifier didn’t fall out, and Arel walked along behind his charge. “I’m right here, don’t cry, little one!” he assured the baby.