While shopping at the estate sale of a woman who was moving to a retirement community, I happened upon the prettiest gold pin nestled inside yellowed tissue paper in an old, red and gold gift box. The pin was in the shape of a Christmas tree, and on its branches were small pearl ornaments. A stately rhinestone star crowned the tree.As I waited for my sister who was still shopping, I noticed a tiny golden angel on one of the branches. Why, theres an angel on this pin, I said to the white-haired lady who was hosting the sale. Wait a minute, there are two angels. No, there are three of them!Let me see, the woman answered. She shook her head in amazement. Why, I’ve worn that pin going on twenty years now and I’ve never noticed any angels on it.As I drove away, above the hushed crunch of gravel, the womans comment gave me pause. You see, I never noticed the presence of angels in my own life until a passel of them showed up when I failed to engage the emergency brake on my car some years back. My automobile rolled down a hill and was headed for thirty or so shoppers at a neighborhood yard sale…until those angels intervened.Back then, I thought angels were something that graced other peoples lives, certainly not mine. Now, every time I get into my car, I ask God for His angels to protect me as I drive.Ill put my new angel pin on the collar of my coat. When someone admires it, Ill point out the three hidden angels Ive grown to adore. Ill also share with them the promise that God will give His angels charge over them.Thank You, thank You, thank You, dear God, for the promise of Your watchful angels.