Last night an angel nudge interrupted our movie time and called me to hurry outdoors to look at the November supermoon. The last of 2024's four consecutive supermoons, November is named the Beaver Moon according to the Old Farmers' Almanac. That's because it represents a time when beavers started sheltering in their lodges, after preparing food stocked up for the winter.
A funny thing happened as I ran to the end of the driveway to see the radiance of the full moon. A swirling cloud closed in, shrouding her glorious illumination like a bridal veil. Momentarily, her face disappeared, casting a soft, pinkish/blue halo in the clouds.
It was worth the wait.
A portal soon opened, framing her beauty in the brightest moon I've yet to see. She lit up the sky in a peaceful stillness, and I was so grateful to have answered the angel call.
Like the moon, we, too, appear to go through phases as we reflect the light in various degrees. But unlike the moon, our inner light is eternal. A gift from God through His beloved son Jesus the Christ who came as a Light into this world. I was thankful for the lesson that although a cloud may temporarily block the Light, it can never put it out. Only we can do that by turning away from our loving Creator and facing the dark alone.
Angels are real...and we need them now more than ever. The best is yet to be.
Love and peace,
Rae Karen
