Sunday, August 19, 2012

Psalm, continued

I continue to read through Psalm this week as my grandmother prepares to meet her Maker.

Psalm 55:6 reads "I wish I had wings like a dove, so I could fly far away and be at peace."

My grandmother, in the last few weeks, has often talked about her guardian angel. "She's in the room with me," she says. "She's very tall, and she wraps her wings around me so I won't fall down."