“Scooch over in your chair to make room for your guardian angel,” I remember an elementary teacher telling the class in a silly manner. At a Catholic school you learn about your guardian angel at a young age, and I remember it was a topic I was enthralled in. I’m not sure when I learned the Guardian Angel prayer, but I can tell you as a naturally nervous child I said it A LOT.
Angel of God, my guardian dear,
To whom God’s love commits me here,
Ever this day be at my side,
To light and guard, to rule and guide. Amen
As I entered adulthood, I seemed to forget about my guardian angel, praying more to Mary. Angels seemed more childlike I suppose. Kind of like an imaginary friend. In fact, I can’t recall the last time I thought about my guardian angel, or at least a guardian angel other than my daughters.
In grade school, we were taught that a random chill meant an angel was touching you. Also, that angels can direct your attention through the use of numbers, such as on a clock.
I feel my daughters commanding my attention all the time. I happen to look at the clock and see the time hit 21 almost daily. The number 21 finds me all over the place, in the license plate on the car ahead of me or on a meal ticket. Really though angels find all sorts of ways to make connections. It may be a butterfly in an airport, a song for a friend, or a trampoline filled with feathers. (Yes, those are specific examples I’m thinking of). Although on the other side, they are always with us.
I’m sure we all can reflect on something stupid and dangerous we did in our youth and wonder how we walked away from that situation unscathed. More specifically, we were saved by an anomaly.
“How did she not hit her head when she fell?”
“It’s a miracle you came to the hospital when you did.”
Angels have the ability to intercede on our behalf. Although we may never understand why they don’t at times or what prohibits them when we need them. The point is, maybe our original guardian angels deserve a little more attention.