Saturday, July 15, 2023

Little Armored One: An Angel Message

This morning, after last night's storm, a rare and hungry visitor appeared by the driveway.  An armadillo!  Clad in a suit of armor, like the knight in days of old, he sniffed and clawed the ground in search of bugs. I was yet to learn he can smell a bug six inches below the ground.  His striped bony plated tail circled round the old oak tree.

Years since an armadillo stopped by,  I  grabbed my camera to get a photo of this deliberate messenger.  Quickly he scurried to the other side of the fence and blended with the shady vegetation.  I snapped the camera, the lens steamy, and the shadows made him invisible.   It seemed like a missed opportunity.   Do you want to be in the angel blog? I cheerfully called out, but he was on a mission.  Rather than give up, a thought came to ask the angels for help.  My ego chided, a waste of time.  But to my delight, that armored little critter soon peeked out from the backside of the tree, and came forward in the sunlight. Still sniffing, but I got a picture to share.  Not the best, but proof that I'd seen him, and angelic help is present. 

  Armadillo is Spanish for "little armored one."  A burrowing animal whose armor is a shield on its back.  It teaches how to protect yourself and when to let your defenses down. They can protect without causing undue harm to others.  When one appears it represents personal protection, discrimination, and empathy. 

As far as protection goes, isn't it wonderful that Psalm 91 assures angel protection for all who dwell in the Secret Place of the Most High. God's angels will guard and protect us in all of our ways, but we must be willing to abide in that higher consciousness of divine Love.   Our lower mind loves to sniff around here and there, digging deep for pests and feed on drama.  

Remember you are never alone.  You are in the company of your guardian angel. The best is yet to be.

Love, peace, and joy,

Rae Karen