I have a pretty good picture of what my guardian angel looks like. He probably started out as naïve and innocent as I appeared to be when I first appeared in this world. Over the years, he’s become scarred, bumped, bruised, tossed around, subjected to bullying – physical and emotional pain – grey hair and tons of wrinkles – and the courage of a saint. That’s my vision. God undoubtedly has a different opinion.
He places His angels as protection for us. It’s not that He can’t take care of us by Himself, or that He isn’t in all places at the same time, but His angels are like his soldiers – standing as a barrier against the slings and arrows that life throws at us.
My guardian angel has seen me through times of near poverty, disease, weakness, anger, fear, restlessness, impatience and so much more.
On more than one occasion, he’s taken the wheel of my car and set it straight. For example there was the time my tie rod broke and I was able to continue driving to a safe place to park. Another time as I was shifting gears to make a turn and the stick slipped out of lace and clung to my hand. There was the time I broke down and was assisted by a man selling meat out of the back of his car. There was the time I went into shock after surgery and felt myself floating above the nurses and doctors who were bringing me back to life. I could go on and on about this, but I’m sue you get the picture.
This battle worn soldier has served as my body guard for 73 years. I’m certain his Commander in Chief would say, “Well done, good and faithful servant.” Who knows, maybe his job is just beginning.