angel

The only river i would like to be drown is the river filled with the blood of Jesus.

There is no record in Scripture that an angel visited John__ cell to explain the meaning of his persecution. This great, godly man who was the designated forerunner to Jesus went through the same confusing experiences as we. It is comforting to know that John responded in a very human way. He sent a secret message to Jesus from his prison cell, asking __re you the one who was to come, or should we expect someone else?_ (Matthew 11:3). Have you ever felt like asking that question?

When the mind, body, and spirit work together I believe anything is possible.

In Hell... bad is good... and I am second only to the Devil.

Take this message to your people, you obsequious little worm,_ I murmured. __nyone who lays a hand on Jordan Amador will have to answer to me. Now do me a favor and go to hell.__ removed my sword from his hand and then decapitated him. His severed head tumbled across the floor like a wayward bowling ball. Good riddance.I set my sword aside, found a stool in the corner, and climbed up in front of Jordan. Her handcuffs were attached to a huge meat hook bolted into the ceiling. I lifted her off of it with great care, unsure if she had the strength to stand. As soon as her arms were free, she looped them around my shoulders and pressed her face against my neck. She was trembling, but not crying. I sank to the floor and cradled her in my lap, breathing out the last of my anger now that she was safe. ___ sorry,_ she mumbled in a small voice. ____ so sorry, Michael.__ snorted. __hat the hell do you have to apologize for? You got kidnapped. Pretty sure that__ not your fault.__he shook her head, her words partially muffled as she pressed her face against my shirt. __hould__e been stronger. I could__e gotten you killed.___y Heckle and Jeckle here? Not likely.__ shaky laugh rattled through her. She slid her fingers into the hairs along the nape of my neck and hugged me tighter. I knew from experience she didn__ want me to see her face because she knew she was only seconds away from breaking down. No one would ever accuse Jordan Amador of being a crybaby, not if she could help it. It was a ridiculous notion at best, but I indulged her anyway. __hank you.___ust doing my job. But you__e welcome.__ smoothed the sweaty hairs away from her forehead enough to kiss it. She didn__ move away. We stayed there for a while without speaking, just clinging to each other until we felt strong enough to separate.

As Abby finally turned and fled the frigid temperatures of the roof, she realized she still didn__ know if the Fallen were good or evil. Whether they intended to kill the humans or not.All she knew was that, at the tender age of thirteen, Abby Rhodes had just fallen head over heels in love.

The angel__ lower body was covered by a pair of faded jeans that showcased the strong muscles in his thighs_along with a few other things she__ only dared dream about. His upper body was bare, showing off honeyed skin, washboard abs, and a killer set of pecs.

Her angel didn__ look at all like she__ expected. He was no benevolent creature with long, flowing robes and a bland, peaceful smile. Instead he was the stuff of every teenage girl____nd quite a few teenage boys___antasies.

It wasn__ every day a girl lost her virginity, not to mention to a delicious, perfect specimen of man. One who had wings, to boot.

Part of her wanted to comfort him, to tell him everything was going to be okay. But the rest of her just wanted to throw him to the ground and rip those jeans off him. Funny how she could be so jealous of a pair of pants. They covered the sinfully male body she longed to explore.

A flock of angels are coming to see me...or a gaggle? A herd? No, they aren__ animals. A legion... That__ the word.

Another silence for the record books. Then he sighs."I know. It's crazy. I feel like --" He stops himself. He suddenly looks so miserable that my heart aches for him.I hate my life.

Insert the biggest, most awkward silence in the history of big awkward silences. I stare at him. I'm suddenly exhausted by all the lies I've told him. He's my friend, and I lie to him every day. He deserves better. I wish I could tell him then, more than anything I've ever wanted. I wish I could stand in front of him and truly be myself and tell him everything. But it's against the rules.

Leila dreamt that her Soul was on fire. It was not a nightmare. Shannon was in the dream. Shannon was telling her to wake up. She woke up, burning as if she had a fever, nearly soaking wet with sweat. Kevin was asleep beside her.

Work like an angel, dress like a demon, live like a ghost, and dream like a human.

Here and there and not just in books we catch glimpses of a world of once upon a time and they lived happily ever after, of a world where there is a wizard to give courage and a heart, an angel with a white stone that has written on it our true and secret name, and it is so easy to dismiss it all that it is hardly worth bothering to do. ... But if the world of the fairy tale and our glimpses of it here and there are only a dream, they are one of the most haunting and powerful dreams that the world has ever dreamed...

They may hail you like an Angel. They may claim you are the world's prince of princes. They may lift you with praise many kilometers above sea level. They may say you are the best of the bests. ....But always remember "you are a human being" with flesh and blood.

I used to think to myself that I was the last kind of person who should have a guardian angel, but then I realized that maybe my type of person is the kind who angels come to first.