All angels have to begin somewhere. Every angel starts off as a child with small wings and long brown hair. Although, our outfits depend on the job that God has chosen for us. I wear a light pink hoodie to symbolize the fact that I'm a messenger of God. I'm not a priest though, people who are on the edge of non-believing I help to save.
But just like angels, there are demons as well who work for the Devil. I honestly don't know much about the demons considering I'm a newborn angel. Only the older angels learn about them and not to mention their past. That's right! Everyone forgets how they get to heaven except for a little glimpse. My glimpse is of me lying down on the cement staring up at a man who looked to be around the age eighteen.
I hope I can grow up soon, I wish to know my backstory more than-wait! I can't say that! I need Jesus more than anything! That's why I can't ask to know my past until it is time...it would be extremely disrespectful to God and I would want to go down to Hell for my sin. But there you have it, that's how angels start out. In fact, I think I can feel myself growing older by the second!
