Angles come in all shapes and sizes. Sometimes they don't appear to fit the circumstance so we ignore them, push them aside, toss them into the corner. That's because they may be foreign to us. They were not what we expected, what we planned for. In our minimalist view, we excuse them, putting distance between ourselves and the angle at hand. Where we think we need money to solve our problem the angle may appear as prayer. Where we think we need rescue, the angle may appear as covering. A covering of conversation or company or insight. Where we might believe we need companionship, the angle may indeed appear as kindred friendship that morphs into something more meaningful over time.
Too often these angles never have a chance to fit the situation because we don't give them a chance to be angles. We shun them and characterize them as unwelcome intrusions. And such a pity is this shunning. The pity is we never stopped to ask, from where did this help come from? We never asked because we had our mind made up. We try to reshape the angle, never realizing the angle was an angel of God's choosing. But we missed that because we never asked the question, from where does my help come from? We were so busy trying to create the angle, we missed the angel that God sent.