One of my angels is my friend. She has come from White Rock to the cold winter of Alberta to be with me. We have played cards and visited. She has made hot soup for me when I came in from my chores and brought in the firewood for the night. Sorting things is my downfall, but she enjoys it, so she has tackled my jewelry collection, sorted it, and posted the earrings to papers in pairs and the necklaces are all untangled and hung. Next she plans to sort my paperwork for the entire year.
We do not have to deserve such angels. They just come because they are angels.
So long as we show our deep and true gratitude for their presence in our lives and feel how they enrich and aid us, I feel that the angels are happy too.
And so it is with my friend. She is an angel and I am grateful. She is happy and I am too.