By Kami Zumwalt
Matthew 18:10 “Take heed that you do not despise one of these little ones, for I say to you that in heaven their angels always see the face of My Father who is in heaven.
Winter surrounded us that star-lit morning, my Christmas tree still glittering in the living room window, as I heaved my nine-month pregnant body into our silver Dodge Journey.
Was it really time? All was quiet, still and dark, much like the secret place of my womb where a life had been woven together, ornately all these months by the fingers of God. This was the day I would see him. My little prince!
The gripping feeling of being swept into a vulnerable place and planning to be on a cold operating table within a few hours time sent my heart jumping. My little girls slept peacefully inside our warm house. Part of me wanted to just stay with them. Somehow avoid the planned cesarean, and still bring home our new baby boy.
“Here we go.” My husband nosed the car into the foggy road. And then I felt the prompting again, “Take communion”.
It was just a whisper.
Warm and recognizable in my soul, the Lord had been nudging me about it for a few days, but with Christmas and contractions, it had slipped my mind. But God! I'm supposed to fast this morning! Strict orders from my doctor. Not even water was allowed. So as we quietly sped down the road, leaving our girls with a dear friend, I dismissed the communion prompting as unavoidably…not doable.
My husband, dressed in his giant white onesie, wasn't allowed to come into the operating room until after they administered the spinal. His words were faith-filled. His smile reassuring. But his hands were purple. The bright lights, smells of a scrubbed, sterile room, and masked faces greeted me before I leaned into the arms of my midwife, the anaastelogist behind me, ready to administer the spinal and that's when I saw him.
Standing to my left, regal and shrouded in strength, God opened my eyes to a massive, bright angel of the Lord, and he was holding some kind of scepter! My eyes locked on him as he extended it towards me seconds before the needle was placed into my back. Everything seemed to pale in comparison to the reality of his closeness. God had sent an angel into the room! And his largeness and intensity captivated my attention. When they put the needle into my back, I flinched.
This would be my third cesarean. The spinal had never made me flinch before. And had never hurt much. But this time was different. By the time operating staff realized what happened, there was little they could do. They had hit a nerve. And in so doing, half my stomach had not been numbed. This meant I could feel the surgery as it was happening. Every tug. Every pull. I clenched my husband's hand, and we prayed through the painful ordeal.
“Can you wait until we get the baby out?” The anaastelogist asked, waiting to fill me with pain meds until baby was safe.
“Yes! I can wait. Get the baby!”
When they held up my handsome little prince, nothing else mattered. Jesus said that a woman forgets the pain of her delivery because a new life has been born. How true. But I would not forget that angel! Weeks later, I asked God about him. And what God shared with me, marked my life.
In essence, He said, “There was an assignment of the enemy to not just cause pain with the spinal, Kami, but to try and take your life. And the life of your baby. Had you taken communion, it would have covered you. But even though you did not obey My prompting, I still sent My angel. I would not allow the enemy to take your life, or your son's. But had you taken communion, the pain could have been avoided as well.”
This was a calculated, spiritual attack. One that God was warning me of, and working to protect me from. One that prayer had averted but had not been completely stopped due to my disobedience!
The Angel of the Lord had extended his scepter toward me right at the point of the enemies attack. And stopped it in his tracks! How often does He do so to protect us and our kids? It's encouraging to know how His angels can affect us.
1. God sends His angels to lend us strength.
His angels, according to Hebrews 1, are ministering spirits sent forth to minister to the heirs of salvation. When Jesus was praying in the garden of Gethsemane, at one if the most intense moments of us life, Scripture says, angels came and strengthened him. ( Luke 22:43) If Jesus needed strength, please God send it to me as well!
2. God sends His angels to fight for you.
These are certainly not wimpy beings. It's amazing to think of who really has our back. In 2 Kings 19:35, one angel of the Lord wiped out an enemy army of Assyrians, 185,000 in one night! Whenever we feel outnumbered by darkness, remember it only takes one angel to wipe out an entire army. There are more with you than against you.
3. God sends His Angels to protect us.
And you know what's exciting? We're not talking about a couple stragglers. Jesus said “Don’t you realize that I could ask my Father for thousands of angels to protect us, and He would send them instantly?— Matthew 26:53. In a world of darkness, it's huge we obey his promptings and comforting to know He gives His angels charge over us and our children. Who knows how many times the angels of the Lord have intervened on your behalf? Keep praying mama. Help is always on the way. Whether you see them or not.
Kami is a forty-year-old pastor's wife, living in a farmhouse, raising two girls under six and an adorable six-month-old baby boy. She's a prophetess, women's pastor, prayer warrior, published freelance writer, and homeschool mom who loves antiques, tea cups, chocolate truffles and empowering women to live free and fulfilled in Christ. Follow her on Instagram and Facebook.