For someone who is passionate about angels, this is the perfect job!
Posted in , Apr 15, 2015
Today's guest blogger is Tanya Richardson
“I heard an angel expert on the radio the other night,” my husband, Mike, told me. “You gotta listen to the show!”
At the moment I was standing over the kitchen sink, my hands covered in soapy water. We had a big Saturday ahead of us: laundry and then Mike and I both had work projects to dig into. “Great!” I said. “I’ll listen to it later.”
“I sent you an e-mail with a link to the show online,” Mike said. “Let me know what you think of it.”
Once Mike and I had made a dent in the chores, he headed off to his art studio and I sat down at my little secretary desk to write. I worked furiously and soon it was time for dinner.
Mike and I said grace and then he set a plate of spaghetti in front of me. “So how did you like that angel radio show?” he asked.
“I’m sorry, sweetie,” I said, twirling some noodles around my fork, “I was writing the whole afternoon. I didn’t listen yet.”
Mike’s face fell and his shoulders slumped down. He stared into his plate.
Oh, brother, I thought. “Honey, I’m sorry. I’ll listen to it tonight.”
“I just think this woman had a lot of good information,” Mike said. “It might help you at work with your angel stories.”
Angels are a passion of mine, which is why I’m so blessed to work at Angels on Earth magazine. I’m always trying to learn more about angels, so I was genuinely excited to hear the show. Only when would I get to it? Maybe after dinner, I thought.
But after dinner we each curled up on opposite ends of the couch with our computers, and I remembered the latest season of my favorite show had just been added to Netflix. I binge-watched the night away.
Sunday was just as busy as Saturday. I’ll get to that angel radio show sometime this week, I thought as I went to bed that night.
Monday after work Mike and I went for a stroll in the neighborhood. An orange sun was going down over cobblestone streets, and it was the first relaxing moment I’d had all day. “So what did you think of that radio show?” he asked. “It was really fascinating, right?”
“You know, I thought about listening to it on my lunch break but I had to run some errands today...”
Mike put his hand up. “Whatever. You don’t have to listen to it if you don’t want to.”
I’d hurt his feelings–made it seem like his request wasn’t important, like he wasn’t important. “I do want to listen,” I said. “The past few days have been so busy.”
“Maybe you think you already know everything there is to know about angels,” Mike said, looking off into the horizon stoically.
I grabbed his hand. “Let’s listen to it together tonight,” I said. “Would that be fun? Would you be willing to listen to it again?”
Mike turned to me, his face as bright as that sunset. “I’d love to listen to it again!”
That night we curled up on the couch and listened to an author who sometimes writes about angels. She shared several stories she’d been told by people who’ve encountered angels in real life. Stories of people being saved from drowning by mysterious strangers who then disappeared, stories of people being pulled from burning vehicles by invisible hands, stories of people being visited by glowing creatures with huge wings.
We listened for over two hours and had a ball. “Now see, didn’t you learn a lot?” Mike asked when the show was over.
I shrugged. “To be honest, Mike, I work on stories just like that at the magazine every day.”
He smiled. “Well, I guess you really are an angel expert!”
I think everyone who reads Angels on Earth magazine is officially an angel expert!
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