“I felt horribly guilty for not wanting to attend the Christmas pageant service at church this year. But after my 6-year-old daughter, Melissa, was killed in a car accident over the summer, nothing felt worth doing anymore…in fact, most days it was even hard for me to breathe.
“Last year Melissa had played an angel in the pageant, complete with glittering wings and a golden halo. Her red hair and freckles made it all the more adorable. Now I couldn’t bear to watch the play with another little girl in that costume. Tears stung my eyes as my heart broke into its millionth little piece. She was the only angel I wanted to see.
“My husband waited downstairs as I got dressed, but my hands started to tremble. Lord, I need your help to get through this service tonight, I prayed as I got on my knees. I miss my sweet angel. I need to feel her near.
“I shrugged into my coat and we hurried out the front door when something drew my gaze. It was an imprint of some kind in the snow in our yard. I slowly walked closer and realized it was a little snow angel glittering in the setting sun, just as my Melissa used to make. Tears stung my eyes as I remembered her lying on her back, swishing her arms and legs up and down, laughing, sticking out her tongue to catch snowflakes. Stunned, I also noticed there wasn’t a single footprint surrounding it.
“I burst into a joyful smile as a feeling of deep comfort spread through me. I knew with every fiber of my being that Jesus had a perfect, happy little angel by his side.” —Meg Hall, 33, Green Bay, WI