If you had an angel following you around every day, what do you imagine they would wear? Would they have themes each day, you know, throw in a 17th-century outfit every other Thursday or some shades of blue on Mondays?

Sunday is my most rewarding and draining days, in equal measure. I teach the little children, children below three years old. Sometimes it is a walk in the park, other times it is like trying to conduct a choir whose members are in different time zones.

Yesterday, I taught them about angels. Some were wide-eyed as I showed them pictures from a pop-up Christmas book, others were more interested in the toys sprawled around, while others were intrigued by pink crocs.

A scroll on my social media page reminds me how much we need protection. As much as we try to protect our children, we cannot be with them at all times. We don’t see the bigger picture, we are not all knowing, seeing or powerful. We are limited in our power, but we serve a God who is omniscient, omnipresent and omnipotent.

He is able to order his angels to protect us.

“For he orders his angels to protect you wherever you go.~

~Psalm 91:11

We colored cut-out angels to remind us that God orders his angels to protect us everywhere we go. As the little ones play with their toys and lie in their beds, they know that there are angels watching over them.

My colored angel has a home on my wall to remind me that angels are watching over me everywhere that I go.


Daadaaa: Daddy-Daughter Love

“Daaadaaaaaa!!!” Miss K shouts from one room to another.

Immediately her daadaa answers “yes”, she sits up and crawls to look for him. Once she gets to him, she stands, and motions to be picked up. The look of pure joy and glee when she is in her father’s arms is unmatched.

At a tender age, she has figured out the her daaadaaa is a figure of strength, safety, a human jungle gym and perhaps the funniest human being in her world. He has her in stitches every single day. When he comes home every day, she stops what she is doing, says ‘daaadaaa’, and crawls towards him. Woe unto him if he decides to do something else before she says hi to him, she will wail the house down.

Every time I watch Miss K, call out to daadaa I remember this verse:-

It is an honor to watch the two of them. Many times it makes me miss my dad, but over the weeks I have learned that though I lost my earthly father, I have a Heavenly Father who is patiently waiting for me to call out his name, seek Him out and let Him love on me. I choose not to keep Him waiting any longer. May I relate with him as a young girl and her father, fully aware that He loves me and wants the best for me.

Truly, my best days, full of joy, peace and all round fun are ahead of me, in Him.

Whose name are you calling today?