I said in a recent post I would tell you the angel story. Well, here it is. Right around Christmas, my dad was praying in the 24-hour prayer chapel at one of our local Catholic churches. The next person’s turn was coming up, and my dad went outside to assist her, as she was a heavier woman, and has some difficulty moving around. This is in the dead of night, no one else is in the church.

So when my dad and this lady got inside, she looked down at the floor, outside the chapel door, and said, “Oh look! An angel feather!” She had handed my dad a tin of cookies, and he was feeling bad he was too busy to do something for her, so he said, “Well, I’ll keep the cookies, and you get the angel feather.”

Angel feathers apparently show up in places where people have just been, and there was no feather before. They are almost always indoors, and in a place they shouldn’t be. They are quite beautiful.

That’s the angel feather story. It’s got a lot less drama and bravado than I would normally put in because it’s late. Also, I am upset. 3 months of depression is starting to wear very hard on me. I’m looking for my own angel feather. Somehow, I feel that everything would be alright then. Here’s hoping.