Yesterday my little Snurr pressed his cheek against mine and said, "You angel, Mommy!" To which I replied, "I'm an angel?" "Nup! You watch over me!" Snurr beamed, "You my Angel Mommy."
I don't think of myself as an angel; I know too much about myself. Most the time I don't feel like I am even a good mom. But a child's perspective is always so different than ours. So is God's. He sees things in me I don't; and He blesses my kids by showing them things I don't see in me either.
I guess I have a new image to live up to:)