I think I am not the only one who considers you an angel in my life, someone who is watching over me, caring for me, guiding me in my life's decisions. I have felt your nudge, your comfort, your presence at crucial points in my life, and I thank you for continuing to be such an important, positive influence on me.
I think of you whenever anyone mentions "heavenly hosts singing Allelujah"...which happens alot this time of year.
As I was putting away the Christmas decorations the other day, I came across a box that I haven't opened for over ten years. My first instinct was to throw it away, because I certainly have enough Christmas decorations, and if I hadn't opened it in a decade, why ever would I need it now? But my curiosity got the better of me and I decided to open it. Inside the box, among such kitchy gems as ceramic Santas and porcelain reindeer, I found a tiny wooden angel mounted to a letter written on cardstock paper. It was from you, dated Christmas of 1997. I cannot tell you how it warmed my heart to read a letter that had been handwritten by you to me, to be reminded again of our friendship and love for each other, and to realize that that friendship truly is eternal. (I also loved that the letter starts out "Dear Haleigh..." and then Haleigh's name is scratched out and mine written there instead, with a goofy "sorry" scribbled next to it!)
On the other side of the letter was a scripture I don't usually associate with Christmas, but most certainly do associate with you. "For He shall give His angels charge over thee, to keep thee in all thy ways." Psalms 91:11
Thanks, Georgia, for fulfilling your charge so beautifully.
Merry Christmas.
