The Shadow People

I've never doubted that spirits and angels surround me and live in this world of ours.  We acknowledge the existence of molecules, atoms, and more recently various types of energy not visible to the naked eye; so why do some deny the idea of spiritual energy?  My daughter, Faith, recently spoke of this spiritual energy and refers to them as the shadow people.  At the ripe young age of seven, almost eight in another month and a half; it isn't uncommon for a person of her age to create monsters and fairy tales along with countless other images.  Those who know my Faith are familiar with her spirited personality, her funny antics, and her creative soul.  She is wise beyond her years, and when she mentioned the shadow people, it wasn't said in fear; rather, she spoke of them in a matter of fact way.  It caught my attention, and I had to share her vision, her perspective if you will.  We talk of heaven and angels, and I always answer all of her questions as directly as I possibly know.  She will question me instantly, even if I hedge and haw a little bit.

One morning, in all seriousness, she said that she had to tell me something.  "I have to tell you something."  That generally means that somebody is hurt or something is definitely bothering one of my children.  A mom doesn't always stop to listen, but some phrases are a red flag, and that's one of them.  Faith continued to say, "You know, mommy, there are shadow people in your bedroom."  With complete attention and acceptance, I respond, "When did you see them, and where were they?  
"They are floating around in your bedroom, and one of them has long hair."
"Do they scare you?"
"No, but I noticed them when I came into your room last night, and I just wanted to tell you."
"Well, Faith," Do you think you were dreaming?? 
"No, I saw one standing near your bathroom, and it had long hair." 
I go on to tell her, "I think those shadow people are our angels.  As a matter of fact, Aunt Chrissy liked her long hair.  Maybe it was her."
Without much response from her except a head nod and a smile, I accepted the fact that she no longer wanted to talk about it anymore, but it captured her attention enough for her to tell me.

Perhaps some of you might think it was a dream, but I would like to consider otherwise.  She was certain that she saw them before she was able to fall back asleep as she was looking around our bedroom.  You might find it spooky, impossible or even a child's fantasy.  For me, it was confirmation of what I already believe.  I know there are those who guard us, living right beside us, living in spirit form while other times they are human, just like you and me.  We believe in the stars, the moon, the planets and even energy; why not angels?  I believe in life beyond, unconditional love and angels, aka: shadow people.

As these next two months unfold with Confirmation, Communion and numerous other celebrations and commitments; I am relying on God to send me those angels to help me through.  I am feeling the pressures of time and life.  I pray to those who have passed to lend their resources, their insights to help me keep it together, continue to keep it real and never lose perspective.  Hopefully, everyone in my family will need to be where they need to be on time, especially the shadow people.