In our lives there happen daily br so many helpful messages br most are ignored yet some are heeded br from unexpected messengers br br The person sitting on the trolley br may be an angel in disguise br to let you know what new direction br might some old hackneyed thought revise br br That day you lost a stable footing br and fell into a pool of mud br may be the messenger intended br for slowing your boiling blood br br It's hard to notice what's a message br a lot of them are brought in ways br that seem so silly, unimportant br yet they are meant to grace our days br br When in the din and rush of striving br we often run past what is dear br especially when that strong message br may seem a challenge too severe br br The messages we're offered daily br are gifts and nudges from above br though some are couched in ugly garments br they all are sent with greatest love.