It is spring here in the southern part of the United States. It is still early yet, but every year when the ground gets warmer there is a certain kind of magic that occurs. A small glow, often a yellowish green glow emerges from the ground and lands on the trees or floats effortlessly in the darkness. They are like tiny specks of stars conjured from a dark underworld to enchant all who are fortunate enough to see the beautiful spectacle. As children, we would capture these wonderful lights in a glass mason jar with holes in the lid for air. They would flash soon after capture, but then the light would slowly fade away. It was as if they knew they were in a glass holding case and would eventually loose the magic. It was not until they were released that the magic of the small glow would return. Here in the southern part of the United States...we refer to these small creatures as lightning bugs as if small clashes of thunder would follow the tiny flashes, but just the opposite. If you were lucky enough to have these small wonders to land on your shoulder, you'd never know their presence, until they decided to fly away. Angels are the same way.
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