A young, single mother of two sits in her car and prays. She is afraid. She fears that she will not be able to feed her kids. She can't take the looks of pity and disgust she receives from family members when she asks for help. Their giving is more harmful to her soul than what she receives in return. She prays but her tears keep her voice silent.
Her eyes open and immediately connect with the two angels in her backseat. She wipe away her tears and she smiles at them. The mother now feels at peace. Her situation has not changed but she has.