On Angel's Wings

I have heard it said that music,

Is angel speech.

Waves of praise, to amaze us,

All of us and each.

All with different instruments,

From flute to lyre,

And add the singers, and harps.

A purely, heavenly choir.

If we speak with tongues of angels,

At times when the Spirit prays,

We also speak in song,

Worshiping Him in many ways.

Heaven is ablaze with seraphim,

Holy, holy, holy, above the throne.

And a rainbow round it also shone,

Gentle faces, praising Him.

If music is indeed the speech of angels,

Why not just sing along with them?

 

“Music is well said to be the speech of angels; in fact, nothing among the utterances allowed to man is felt to be so divine. It brings us near to the infinite.” Thomas Carlyle

 

 

This famous work, of a cherubic angel plucking the strings of a lute, is a fragment of a lost altarpiece. Isn’t that a shame? So many pieces of art and sculpture even bood have been lost to history.

The dark background was  added retrospectively, however studies have revealed a building in the background. It resembles compositions by Fra’ Bartolomeo or Raphael.  It is in the Uffizi, the signature was also discovered Rosso Fiorentino and the date of 1521, but conservators are not sure if it is his writing or someone added it when the altarpiece was broken or destroyed, or just dismantled, for posterity.

This painting is Rosso Fiorentino’s  reinterpretation of a traditional theme where the notably modern brushstrokes give the work a particularly vivid effect. Can we begin to imagine paintings something like this and signing and dating it 1521? MDXXI.

I’m sure the artist may have thought of museums or cathedrals but not someone researching it for a blog and sharing it around the world on the internet. I love these image of cherubs and have used them as Christmas cards. Many are available online or even perhaps at the museums. Rosso Fiorentino (Florence 1494 – Paris 1540)

I hope this little musical angel blesses your heart.

 

Here is another example of a guardian angel on a bridge protecting two little girls, perhaps friends or sisters who have been out picking flowers. It was a common postcard scene in the late 1800’s through the Victorian Era and beyond. Guardian angels are definitely a mother’s helper.

Collecting postcards is a hobby for some, many of us just like the angels or ephemera that is used to scrapbook, even if it is online. Many times you will see old scrapbooks in tatters filled with scraps of pretty girls or angels. Mothers who do these sort of crafts or collecting will like these angels.

Some of the most colorful and beautiful ephemera, picture girls or children, selling everything from perfume to sewing items, baking goods to coffee, and even soaps. I will definitely add some of those.

But the bridge is still a wonderful symbol of our relationship to God. And He is still sending His angels to sisters and friends, and helping us pass over many troubled waters.

 

I know so many women have miscarried, lost babies at birth or even as children. I can promise God was still there and He has the answers. He is not trying to fill the tables for the marriage supper or in need of angels, He knows your pain and sorrow, and would offer His peace.

It may look like an impossibility to have joy or hope again. You may even feel guilt or shame. He will wash you in forgiveness and love, and heal the deepest of wounds. Will you let Him?

Let’s pray for babies, children and mothers this month and expect God to move in lives like never before. We pray that He covers us with His feathers, and protects us under His wings. He is the healer and restore and is close to broken hearts.

Mother’s Day can be a difficult time, but I want you have joy and peace in whatever you are facing because He is the God who sees, and He will take care of you, if you can believe and He will even help you to do that too. Isn’t He a wonderful God?

God planted a garden, and called it Eden.

It pleased Him and was His delight.

Angels tended the flowers,

Some even closed their petals at night.

It was peaceful as they slept.

God was creating, creatures of all kind.

But in their image, He had one one in mind.

He called forth Adam, from the earth,

And from his side, Eve, his wife.

Fully grown humans at their birth.

And they too, tended the garden that God kept.

And the flowers sang praises,

With folded petals they slept.

The garden was still a place of joy,

Solitude and peace.

Yet, that forever changed,

When human knowledge was increased.

For they knew nothing,

But love, joy and cheer.

There came one night into Eden,

The fallen angel that brought fear.

The wicked one whispered,

Calling out to Eve,

She ate forbidden fruit,

Gave it to Adam,  for they believed,

A twisted lie, that tricked her,

” You’ll be like God. ”

When they already were.

Adam ate too and was deceived.

Driven from the garden that they kept,

The flowers hid their faces and wept.

It had begun, God’s plan to send His Son.

Though it would take many years,

For the flowers to recover,

They fought back their tears.

Lilies of the valley,

Sharon with a rose.

Longed for the day of the Messiah,

Awaiting sweet repose.

Then came Jesus as a baby,

The flowers shivered with chills,

The earth laughed flowers,

Wildflowers covered the hills.

More time passed,

God promised hope,

His promise was kept, Gethsemane.

The cross was carried,

Once again, the flowers wept.

Suddenly…..

Their tears were dried!

Jesus was alive,

And they knew He had died.

They gathered near Mary Magdalene.

He was not in the tomb!

The flowers praised God,

And started to bloom.

Aren’t we like God’s flowers?

He wants to bring us,

To His garden, in grace we are kept.

His Spirit is not grieved.

In Jesus we believe, awakened.

To bloom, restful, having slept.

And we receive His peace and grace.

Warmed in His Son’s loving embrace.

For God so loved the world, a promise He kept,

Made in Eden, when the flowers wept.

Then God said, “Let us make mankind in our image. ” Genesis 1:26, We are spirits, with a body and soul. Jesus came in human form, gives us the Holy Spirit.

The world laughs in flowers. Ralph Waldo Emerson

For Bettie G., who inspired this.

We will get to more angels, but since it is May 1st, May Day,  I wanted to give everyone a bonus post and we can celebrate what is considered a pagan tradition by giving flowers or planting them.

As we close out our first month of my angel blog, here are couple of more lovely angels. watching over sleepy heads. I hope you have enjoyed it so far and there are many more coming.  I have been search through art.

The Bible stories have been quite well documented in history. Angels have been here from the start, and will always be near to us as believers.

The angel of the LORD encamps around those who fear him, and delivers them. Psalm 34:7

Have You not placed a hedge on every side around him and his household and all that he owns? You have blessed the work of his hands, and his possessions have increased in the land. Job 1:10

It has been my belief for a long time now that angels are the hedge. As well as the Holy Spirit and the blood of Jesus. Let’s keep praying He charges them and the enemy can’t get in. We have a better covenant that Job, he lived in Joseph’s day. That’s why he accuses us so much, now that Jesus blood is on the mercy seat. It’s not like when he ran to and fro looking for righteous men, and picked Job or even asking for Peter. Jesus was not yet crucified.

So he can only go after us so much as a believer, the blood of Jesus and angels hedge us but we have to guard our heart and let Him also. Phillipians 4:7 We want to have the mind of Christ renewed, not hear lies and accusation of what has been forgiven.

You hem me in behind and before; You have laid Your hand upon me. Psalm 139:5

He’s watching, so be safe in Jesus name.

 

Release the dove of love, Lord.

Delight in her release.

For you give her abundant life,

You are her delight, her joy, her rest, and also her peace.

You have given her beauty for ashes.

Crowned her with your glory.

You blessed her immensely,

Loved her intensely, sharing her story.

You have broken every chain,

Healed every sorrow and pain.

You took away shame,

Because you do not condemn,

Though you were always Lord,

And she was loving Him.

She never found His rest,

Until blessed with His peace.

And now enjoys everyday,

Life abundant in His hand and His release.

 

What is your language of love?

What is it that makes your heart speak?

Is it a daily, I love you, reminder?

Or a visit once a week?

Do you enjoy flowers, candy?

Or is touch or words, your love?

Affirmations also actions,

The gentleness of the dove.

What is your love language,

God speaks them all.

And He is able too keep you,

Should you ever fall.

For though we speak many words,

And say lots of loving things,

Nothing is like the love.

His gentle Spirit brings.

Do not let your heart be troubled,

Do not let it fear,

For His peace is close to you,

His love is ever near.

Grace upon grace,

With the Savior face to face

And whatever language of love you speak,

His peace we seek, and the holy dove will appear.

 

With the end of Passover, I decided to share two lovely angels, although one has a sword, the other has a cross. Jesus who said He left us His peace in John 14:27, also said He didn’t come to bring peace but a sword. Now, that appears strange, but not at all.

He did not come to bring the world peace as they expected, they wanted a king or ruler. Of course, His kingdom is not of this world, and they would not accept Him as Messiah. Jesus’ kingdom is spiritual. And it is in us.

So you see why He says He left or willed us His peace at the crucifixion, the Prince of Peace was born to die that we could live forever with Him. His peace is not like the world’s, peace treaties have been made and broken but His covenant of peace lasts forever. He will never break it even though we may, that is why it is good to keep a repentant heart.

People who run to and fro and seek everything but God will have a hard time seeing any peace. Yet, salvation will change that by calling on the name of Jesus and accepting Him as Lord, you will inherit as a believer, eternal life and His peace, but you have to receive it.

And the more I look to His peace, and not having a troubled heart and mind, I believe that sword is of peace, He speaks His peace to us, what else stopped a demonic windstorm that rocked the disciples boat and allowed Him to get to the other side to save a man with a legion of demons? His peace stilled the storm, and we have the authority of His name, and He wants us to have peace.

Not a false peace but security in Him and His Word, His power is peace and He leaves it with us. Read and reread John 14:27 until He still your storm and resurrects, your life and joy.

 

Spring angel, gentle spirit,

The sun is warm, the air is light.

With the fragrance of flowers,

And clouds so white.

Spring angel, gentle spirit,

Watching over the season.

Without hesitation or pause,

With no rhyme or reason.

The earth blooms and changes,

And life emerges, is reborn.

As God arranges,

The sunsets and the morn.

So spring angel, gentle spirit,

Is that what you have always done?

Guarded the spring and it’s beauty,

Gracing the slightest breeze,

Facing the sun?

Were you chosen for that call,

Do you work with other angels?

Changing seasons winter to to spring?

Summer to fall?

Whatever season we are in,

I pray He blesses them all.