Angels are mentioned almost 300 times in the Bible. In my mind I have always envisioned angels as gentle, benevolent beings carrying messages for God. They are kind and compassionate, always telling the human recipients to not be afraid before relating the communication from God. I think my perception of angels has been slightly skewed. They can be the gentle message bearers of God, but their official duty is so much more.
This past Sunday our church sang Hillsong’s “O’ Praise the Name (Anastasis).” I was struck by the phrase “the angels roar for Christ the King.” Those words are thrilling to me. I love the image of impassioned angels announcing the glory of our Lord with uplifted voices in a lion’s roar.
These are the angel-cherubim God stationed at the gate to the Garden of Eden following man’s expulsion in Genesis 3:24. Not the hollow images perpetuated by our society. They are the ones I want camped around, protecting me (Psalm 34:7). These are the beings I want fighting the battles and the final war (Rev. 12:7) with me. They are the servants of God, the ones God sends to protect us, the ones called to carry out God’s punishments.
I want to hear them sing out in the strength given to them by God. I want my ears to ring from their passionate cries in reverence to our Father. I want to hear them “roar.”
Today has been one of those days where I am plagued with doubt.
We had a serious behavior problem with one of my students this morning. Was there something else I could have done to prevent it? Am I trying hard enough? Maybe I am failing this student. Am I offering my paraprofessionals enough support and insight to aide them in their work? Have I let my workers down? Maybe I should stop teaching.
I converse with a co-worker who mentions the lengths she goes to provide healthy meals for her children. My son is a picky eater. I feed him things I know he will eat in addition to something new or less favored. Should I force him to eat the meals my husband and I eat? When he got hungry enough he would eat the healthier stuff. Right?
Then I think of my toddler. I feel bad I can’t stay home with her rather than send her to childcare. Is the childcare provider we’ve chosen the best we can get for her? How can I be sure she is getting the attention and time she needs when she is in someone else’s care? Do I spend enough time with her? Am I a bad mother? Am I failing my children?
I go home and work at my preferred job- writing. I am trying to move forward in this career. Do I need to spend more time on the manuscript I thought was finished? Is my manuscript good enough? Is my story even interesting to anyone else? Should I query another agent? Maybe I was wrong. Maybe this isn’t the path I feel God directing me toward. Am I failing God?
Despite my uncertainty, God tells me to keep working at it. Working at it all with confidence.
Therefore do not throw away your confidence, which has a great reward. For you have need of endurance, so that when you have done the will of God you may receive what is promised. Hebrews 10:35-36 (ESV Study Bible)
I will never be perfect. I won’t be able to meet everyone’s needs every moment. God has put these difficult tasks before me and expects me to continue working at them with confidence. Knowing that by being in His WILL, I can achieve the rewards I hope for. I WILL be able to help provide an education for children with profound disabilities. I WILL be a good and helpful support for the people I supervise. I WILL be able to provide my children with a healthy environment to grow and reach their full potential.
Source: Find Your Genre…The Groundhog Way
Another great post that resonates with me! I was thinking about this exact thing earlier today. I have so many ideas and it seems like each of them falls into a different genre. Seekerville, you are in my head!
Source: Surviving Rejection with a Little Help from SARAH
This blog post is speaking to me today. I can see myself and my writing in these stages.