Yesterday I went to the store to look for little boots for the little ones flying in on Saturday from Laguna Beach,California. That's not the story.
While I was cruising down the wrong aisle for boots (dishes,candles,Christmas stuff) I heard someone humming, then I heard her singing ever so quietly and ever so beautifully. ..oh oh tidings of comfort and joy..comfort and joy... I stopped and looked around holding a blue and white tea cup in my hand. I couldn't see anyone. Then it began again.....silent night...holy night.... Where was this sweet voice coming from...So I went around to the next lane only to see a tall older black woman dressed in a black Sunday coat, and black Sunday hat, and black Sunday shoes....she was leaving the aisle on the other end... and was gone.
Okay, I said, no big deal. Then it started again.....Oh holy night....my heart just about melted from nostalgia ....I miss hearing Christmas music that used to be played everywhere when I was a little girl..this time of year.. I remember how excited I was that I knew the songs being played through the speakers at Sears. I suddenly felt warm and loved inside. I went around again and this time she smiled before turning and leaving the aisle. I had to tell her how much her singing touched me. So I hurried to turn into the next aisle...But she was gone...gone...nowhere in sight.
Yes,Virginia...there are angels.