You’re my guardian angel, Abbey,” she said as she climbed into the car.”No, not really, Sam. I’m just a messenger.””But that’s what angels are. That’s how God says, ‘I’m here, and it’s going to be all right.
O Heavenly Children, God’s messengers are as limitless as the fish in the sea. They come in all colors, regions, languages and creeds. But their message is one and the same, don’t you see? He only wishes to unite all His children under one family tree.