Rising From the Ashes of Despair — Angels Unaware
“Are they not all ministering spirits sent out to serve for the sake of those who are to inherit salvation?”
Caleigh, lost a few moments of herself as she wandered around in shock of what just transpired. Slowly reality returned and she demanded from herself after glancing around, then sitting on one of the small wooden benches in a small park on the hospital grounds.
“Lord, what did I do wrong?” She battles with herself, afraid of the answer.
She responded to the voice, trying to interrupt her agony, “Caleigh, are you ok?”
“Do I look ok?” Anger demands. “Can you look at me and ask me this right now? Where were you when all this shenanigan was going on? You told me to trust you. I did. Did I do something wrong to deserve this punishment?”
“Do you think it’s a punishment?” the voice asked. “When a man shows that he is stupid and human, you think it’s punishment?” her internal pain tried to explain.
“Then what else could it be Lord?” She went on. “Why me?” Tears rolled down her cheeks, clearing her vision. As reality pulled her back to where she was, a voice asked, “Caleigh, did Jeffery hurt you? Where is he?”
“He is in the hospital,” slid from her subconscious.
“Why is he in the hospital?” Khadejah asked.
“I thought our relationship was strong. I thought he was different. How stupid am I?” Pain and regret beat Caleigh.
“You are not stupid. Stop the weeping?” a different voice demands.
“What did you say?” Caleigh asked.
“What? I didn’t say anything,” Khadejah said.
“Yes, you did,” Caleigh defends.
“No, I didn’t. What did the voice say?”
“Didn’t you just tell me to stop weeping?” Caleigh asked, wiping away tears.
“No,” replied Khadejah. “It’s the pain responding from regret.”
After several deep breaths, composure returned.
“You went to the hospital and what happened?” Asked Khadejah.
Caleigh replayed what she heard, fighting to keep the pain below the surface, “I got a call that he was in the hospital. As I entered the room he was in, I overheard a woman declaring her love for him. I do not understand how she got there before I did.”
“Did they see you?”
“No, I got out of there like a thief in the night.”
“Did you see his doctor? “No, hearing my husband of more than twenty years admitting to an extramarital affair I turned around and walked out,” Caleigh explained.
“How did she know he was there? Did he call her to come? Were they together when he fainted? Are you sure he fainted?” Khadejah compounded her questions.
“That’s what I was told,” Caleigh admits. “What are you going to do about it?”
“What do you expect me to do?”
“Cut his balls off, hit him with your black Dutch pot, scream at him, demand to know why,” Khadejah put ideas in her head.
“I am going to pray. That is the best weapon I have got, and I know that prayer works, and whatever it is, prayer will hammer it flat.”
“Like the clothes, we iron and wear? Are you really going to do that?” Asked Khadejah with a frown on her face.
“Yes, I have proven it before, and believe me, they won’t know what hit them.”
“Ok,” Khadejah relented, as memories pulled her back into hers. “I wish I had your faith and easy solution.”
“I must turn to my creator for strength and wisdom because,” Caleigh explained’ He said I must “Be careful for nothing; but in everything by prayer and supplication with thanksgiving let my requests be made known unto Him. And the peace of God, which passeth all understanding, shall keep your hearts and minds through Christ Jesus.” And because He has come through for me before, I know I can trust Him to work this one out, continued Caleigh.
“And he helps?” Khadejah asked, easing closer.
“Yeah,” a spark lit in Caleigh’s eyes as she talked about how good God had been to her, pulling Khadejah even closer. “I won’t be hasty in my decision.”
“Because you’re angry?”
“And hurt too, but right now, I must be thinking straight.”
“Because you are strong, and your faith is strong. Can I fast and pray with you?” Khadejah asked.
With raised brows, Caleigh questioned, “How did you know that was what I was going to do?”
“My grandmother does that in crisis,” she recalls the many times her grandmother had to fight a crisis.
“Are you ready for what the Lord has to say?” quests Khadejah, her memory on the many right but painful decisions her grandmother made that she says it’s God who tells her to.
Caleigh smiled, as she began to feel better just talking with an old friend she hadn’t seen in a while.
Khadejah went on to uplift Caleigh, unaware that she was doing something powerful.
“My nana would say, ‘This is just a bend in the road. Stop at that crossroad and wait on God to point you in the right direction.”
Tears flooded Caleigh’s eyes, and a voice inside of her said, “I sent her. Listen to what she says.”
Caleigh, looking up at Khadejah, smiling and wiping away tears, reached out and hugged her, saying, “Yes, I hear you, and thank you.”
They hugged and Caleigh headed back towards the hospital. After a few steps, she turned and asked, “Khadejah, what were you doing here? At this moment?”
She was nowhere to be found. “Khadejah, Khadejah,” Caleigh called looking around, wondering where she disappeared to. Nodding, she heads back to the hospital. At the entrance, she met Marie, Khadejah’s sister, who was crying.
“Are you ok?” Caleigh asked. “I just saw your sister and before I could thank her again, she disappeared.”
Marie stared at her in shock, reached out and hugged her, then asked, “She helped you, didn’t she?”
“Yeah,” Caleigh said. “Where is she?”
“She died half an hour ago!”
Caleigh stood speechless, just looked up to the heavens, and smiled amidst her turmoil. ‘Lord, you surely know when to send your angels to minister to our needs. Thank you.’
God, life, and our world have the strangest ways of sending help our way.
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