One morning I woke up at 4 AM, but you see, I am not a morning person, I could sleep late every morning.
On THAT morning I could not sleep.
I woke up and grabbed a canvas and started painting.
The brush was running on the canvas, strikes I did not recognize of being my own. I didn’t think of myself that talented.
I was feeling grace.
I was feeling amazed.
I was feeling thankful.
and there she was:
my guardian Angel.