Angels, Fit Throwing, and Fit Throwing Angels

Angels and fit throwing....then add a fit throwing angel in that mix and I've probably already lost or confused many of you. (I understand....I stay confused!)   When it comes to angels, I'm no expert.  I've listened to sermons regarding angels and read scripture regarding angels but my knowledge base on angels is pretty novice.  However, you want to talk fit throwing...I'm your woman!   Many years of teaching primary grades and having my own little fit thrower launches me right up to expert status.   Now, toss in a fit throwing angel.....well, you see later what I'm talking about later.

All of us loosely throw around the word angel.  "God's angels are all around us."  "She sings like an angel."  "I pray I have nothing but little angels in my class this year." (I threw that in for all my teacher friends.  Yes, teachers not only pray for angels but BEG the good Lord above for those angels to show up on their class list;) With regards to the heavenly angels, I've heard many ask this question: Can angels take on a human like form to complete a task or send a message????  This one sentence is not intended to start a theological war nor is it for you to literally answer the question under my comment section.  (Do you like how I kindly slipped that in there?  lol)  That sentence is just to get you thinking and be a little open minded when you continue reading the rest of this paragraph. (Or maybe I added that last sentence to make you feel SUPER guilty for any thoughts going through your head right now that I've fallen off the deep end or that I'm a complete weirdo).  Indulge me for a minute and listen to my story about Al.   I had to get my car inspected  on Friday.  I chose to sit outside in the sunshine instead of sitting inside. I can't stand the smell of old coffee, smoldering cigs, and tires.  Thus the reason for sitting outside.  The wait was about an hour long.  My cell phone was dead, so I looked in my purse and decided to read the day's devotion of Jesus Calling by Sarah Young. (Those that have Jesus Calling you need to read January 11th. Once again, I was amazed how God can speak through 2 tiny paragraphs!)  While reading, the sweetest old man wearing a USMC trucker hat sits down next to me. I continue to read.  He turns to me and says, "Little lady, you're gonna find your answers in that book you know."  I said, "Oh, this isn't the Bible."  Al smiled and said, "I know. That is Jesus Calling."  Okay, right then and there he grabbed my attention.  Most late 70yr old men, do not have the book Jesus Calling.  Al, while looking at the traffic going by, says to me, "You know my wife beat breast cancer many, many, many years before she died."  Then he patted my knee and gave me such the most peaceful comforting smile imaginable and said,  "You are young and have a long life to live." I felt the tears welling up in my eyes because how did he know my personal battles, then I told him, "I just found out I had breast cancer."  He stood up pointed at me and looked me right in the eyes and said, "Our God is still in the miracle working business."  I told him, "I honestly believe that."  Then his car was ready. He took 2-3 steps and looked backed at me. We exchanged smiles and he left.   I can't explain how sweet, kind, uplifting, peaceful, comforting, and just plain happy this 3 minute exchange of dialogue and smiles felt.  I knew Al was an angel.  Now, he might not have (and might have) been a for real heaven sent angel, but he was my angel. It was what I needed for those 3 minutes of the day and I was more than thankful for him! Amazing isn't....

Shifting gears, I have to tell you about my sweet Grayson.  Grayson loves like no other child. He warms my heart with just a hug and simple smile.  He is a "momma"s boy!"  (Yes, pray that I'm not a crazy mother in law some day.  I have the potential, as my sister says.  lol )  He is my "lover not a fighter" kid. The non aggressive boy who couldn't throw a punch if he tried.  He's the one on the soccer field that is blowing me kisses, winking at me when he runs by, and grins from ear to ear when he kicks the ball and yells, "Was that good Momma?"   Of course, I tell him yes but the crazy, yelling, sports lovin' athlete in me can't wait until he gets mad and mows somebody over on the field. Fingers crossed that it might happen some day....lol  Anyhoo, we have learned to accept this about Grayson and actually it's one of my most favorite traits about him.  However, he also has the panic, over-the-top button that was pushed quite frequently as a toddler When the button was pushed, the fit throwing would begin.  He was the biggest fit thrower E.V.E.R.  (Why do you think it took 7yrs to have another baby?)  Screaming, crying, throwing, slamming, arching his back, kicking the floor....You get the picture.  I was the only one that could calm him down. (Thank you MISD for all the training in behavior management.)  We have been breathing easy for years, due to the fact Grayson has matured and all that crazy nonsense had subsided.  Well, we can now blame stupid cancer for the billionth time for messing with my family.  Grayson is starting to show some "anger" issues. Aka throwing, crying, screaming, and talking back.  He actually threw himself on the floor, kicked, screamed, and cried because he couldn't get a piece of construction paper to stand up perfectly on an art project he was working on....sigh   I hate cancer for messing with my Grayson.....double sigh.

Then there is my Gager. (Gage Jagger...but he also responds to Gagey, Bugger, and Bugger Boo...or my little bother (instead of brother) as Grayson sometimes calls him)  You see friends, he is my "easy " baby.   Darn near perfect! You place him in a crib...he falls right to sleep (since he was born)  He hardly ever cries.  He's the baby that every babysitter and parent dreams of.  His sweetness and ability to adapt is refreshing....but cancer is turning him into my little "fit throwing angel."  Even though he doesn't understand what is going on, he knows sadness. He sees me cry and others that come over and cry.  He knows that he has been with extended family and the babysitter more than usual. He now is ducking his head and high pitch screaming/crying.  This "cute" fit throwing, is no longer "cute." He's becoming "fit throwing angel." 

Having fit throwing and a fit throwing angel is enough to make me throw a fit.  I'm the one with cancer. I deserve to throw a H.U.G.E fit!!! Now my kids are falling apart....This is what cancer does...if you allow it!  It seeps into the most precious of blessings in your life...if you allow it!  It's time to take my fit throwing angels back from the grips of this cancer.  My angel Al reminded me that our God is in the miracle business and that answers are found in Jesus.  ~and I too agree~

My Face is shining upon you (Grayson and Gage), beaming out Peace that transcends understanding. ~Jesus Calling Jan. 15th

And the peace of God, which surpasses all understanding, will guard your hearts and minds (Grayson and Gage) in Jesus Christ.  Philippians 4:7

Prayer Requests:
*Peace that surpasses all understanding for my sweet boys
*Cancer is contained
*Complete healing

Praise Report:
My life, on the otherhand, will have a bit of normalcy for the next 12 days. My surgery is not until the 28th, so I will carry on as normal until then.  Who knew stress at work, laundry piled up, and a messy house could be wanted and loved so much! 
I'm holding my Gager much, much more lately.  In less than 2 weeks, I won't be able to pick him up for awhile...sigh. Even though that breaks my heart, I'm rejoicing in the next 12 days of picking him up, dancing together, changing his diaper, and holding him as much as possible.

Hugs to all,
Amy