I don’t know what my guardian angel looks like. I don’t know
his name (though I do give him a masculine gender for language convenience). The
whole concept of angels interacting in our world still feels foreign and
bizarre to me. I like to avoid things I don’t understand.
Angel is the
title of particular created spirits. They are God’s messengers. They are
non-corporeal, personal, and immortal. The Catechism explains, “From its
beginning until death, human life is surrounded by their watchful care and
intercession. Beside each believer stands an angel as protector and shepherd
leading him to life. Already here on earth the Christian life shares by faith
in the blessed company of angels and men united in God” (CCC 336).
Lately, I’ve begun acknowledging and leaning on my guardian
angel. When I had no one to reach out to, it was comforting knowing that I had
my own, individual guardian watching over me, wanting the very best for me.
When I felt attacked, it was comforting knowing that I wasn’t battling evil
alone.
My angel knows God’s love and will for me. His purpose is to
care for me and get me to heaven. And goodness knows I could use the help. His
choice to serve God is unwavering, unlike human free will. He does so much work
that I don’t realize or acknowledge.
Today is the Feast of the Guardian Angels. So, thank you,
Angel. Keep up the good fight.
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