right?”
“Shut up, Dr. Horrible.” Tammy massaged the back of her head. “How we playing this? Kyle and me against you and Nic?”
“Game on,” Kyle agreed, scooping the ball off the sand. “But beware; I played on a winning soccer league for three years in middle school.”
“Played?” Sean let out a hoot. “All I remember is you sitting on the bench, loser!”
Seconds later, Kyle scored the first goal, and Riel and I both cheered, high-fiving each other.
“Oh yeah! Who’s the loser now, big guy?”
“Must’ve been that wind again, except it helped this time, made the ball soar right over the line.” Sean pointed to one of the sticks they had laid down to mark the goal lines.
“Wind? Whatever, man. Just admit it; I know how to work balls.”
A snort escaped Sean’s lips. “I’m gonna leave that one alone.”
“Come on, guys, we playing or what?” Nic yelled down the beach.
Riel and I watched them play for another few minutes before he spoke again. “You know, you were lucky to have them. Most people can’t find one true friend in their whole lifetime, and you’ve managed to make five in your short span of eighteen years… says a lot about the kind of person you are. If you’re going to have success as a spirit guide, you need to start seeing yourself as others see you, as I see you, as God sees you.”
“Which is?”
“Have you ever read Psalm 139 in the Bible?”
I gave a shaky smile, not understanding his question. “Bible?”
“Yeah, you know, that religious text of sixty-six books sold all over the world for hundreds of years that are supposed to be like a set of instructions for your life?”
I punched him in the arm, forgetting again that he was an angel, not to mention my boss. “Very funny.”
He opened his briefcase and retrieved a Bible, flipping the book open to Psalms. “Read it.”
I raised my eyebrows.
“Please. With a cherry on top.”
“Okay.” I glanced at the live feed of my friends just in time to see Tammy score a goal and punch the air in victory. Smiling, I read the verses about how God’s character goes into the creation of every person. I understood what Riel tried to show me. When I felt inadequate and worthless, I had to remember God’s spirit at work within me.
“I wrote a song about those verses. Your journey through Limbo inspired me.” He popped out of view and returned in a flash, guitar in hand. “Would you like to hear it?”
Great, just what I need. Another man in my life serenading me with a guitar.
I nodded, because if I opened my mouth to speak I knew I’d cry.
“It’s called
Face of Love
.”
He strummed his guitar for a few moments before the lyrics came, his deep voice changing to a gentle whisper.
“Deeper oceans drying day by day/Memories of many drifting away/But even if you settle on the far side of the sea/Even there my spirit will guide thee/I wish you’d have as much respect for yourself as I do for you/You won’t believe that you are precious but it’s true/I keep speaking words of grace/But you turn away your pretty face/No matter what you do or where you go/My loving presence you can hold/Picture perfect face of love/Smiling at you from above/Blind to all your imperfections/Death no more, only Resurrection.
“I tell you, you are dearly loved and you don’t answer/You let your thoughts eat away at you like a cancer/Wake up, look out, let me in/A battle wages for your soul and you have to fight to win/You’re broken inside, but you’re not insane/Devils trying to trick your brain/Away from me, you bloodthirsty men/How vast is the sum of them/Everything you search for/It’s just beyond this door/Brilliant light shines at the end/Come, walk home with me, my friend/I search your heart and your mind/There’s no foulness for me to find/So let’s travel on the everlasting way/Leave all the garbage down by the bay.
“I know what you’re thinking now/But don’t worry, I’ll show you how/I’m a lover
“Shut up, Dr. Horrible.” Tammy massaged the back of her head. “How we playing this? Kyle and me against you and Nic?”
“Game on,” Kyle agreed, scooping the ball off the sand. “But beware; I played on a winning soccer league for three years in middle school.”
“Played?” Sean let out a hoot. “All I remember is you sitting on the bench, loser!”
Seconds later, Kyle scored the first goal, and Riel and I both cheered, high-fiving each other.
“Oh yeah! Who’s the loser now, big guy?”
“Must’ve been that wind again, except it helped this time, made the ball soar right over the line.” Sean pointed to one of the sticks they had laid down to mark the goal lines.
“Wind? Whatever, man. Just admit it; I know how to work balls.”
A snort escaped Sean’s lips. “I’m gonna leave that one alone.”
“Come on, guys, we playing or what?” Nic yelled down the beach.
Riel and I watched them play for another few minutes before he spoke again. “You know, you were lucky to have them. Most people can’t find one true friend in their whole lifetime, and you’ve managed to make five in your short span of eighteen years… says a lot about the kind of person you are. If you’re going to have success as a spirit guide, you need to start seeing yourself as others see you, as I see you, as God sees you.”
“Which is?”
“Have you ever read Psalm 139 in the Bible?”
I gave a shaky smile, not understanding his question. “Bible?”
“Yeah, you know, that religious text of sixty-six books sold all over the world for hundreds of years that are supposed to be like a set of instructions for your life?”
I punched him in the arm, forgetting again that he was an angel, not to mention my boss. “Very funny.”
He opened his briefcase and retrieved a Bible, flipping the book open to Psalms. “Read it.”
I raised my eyebrows.
“Please. With a cherry on top.”
“Okay.” I glanced at the live feed of my friends just in time to see Tammy score a goal and punch the air in victory. Smiling, I read the verses about how God’s character goes into the creation of every person. I understood what Riel tried to show me. When I felt inadequate and worthless, I had to remember God’s spirit at work within me.
“I wrote a song about those verses. Your journey through Limbo inspired me.” He popped out of view and returned in a flash, guitar in hand. “Would you like to hear it?”
Great, just what I need. Another man in my life serenading me with a guitar.
I nodded, because if I opened my mouth to speak I knew I’d cry.
“It’s called
Face of Love
.”
He strummed his guitar for a few moments before the lyrics came, his deep voice changing to a gentle whisper.
“Deeper oceans drying day by day/Memories of many drifting away/But even if you settle on the far side of the sea/Even there my spirit will guide thee/I wish you’d have as much respect for yourself as I do for you/You won’t believe that you are precious but it’s true/I keep speaking words of grace/But you turn away your pretty face/No matter what you do or where you go/My loving presence you can hold/Picture perfect face of love/Smiling at you from above/Blind to all your imperfections/Death no more, only Resurrection.
“I tell you, you are dearly loved and you don’t answer/You let your thoughts eat away at you like a cancer/Wake up, look out, let me in/A battle wages for your soul and you have to fight to win/You’re broken inside, but you’re not insane/Devils trying to trick your brain/Away from me, you bloodthirsty men/How vast is the sum of them/Everything you search for/It’s just beyond this door/Brilliant light shines at the end/Come, walk home with me, my friend/I search your heart and your mind/There’s no foulness for me to find/So let’s travel on the everlasting way/Leave all the garbage down by the bay.
“I know what you’re thinking now/But don’t worry, I’ll show you how/I’m a lover
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