The classic image of a guardian angel, protecting children who travel a broken bridge above a rude flood. |
For many years, my bedtime prayer was "Angel of God."
Angel of God
my guardian dear
to whom God's love
commits me here -
ever this day
be at my side
to light, to guard, to rule, and guide.
Amen.
Once I grew up, I forgot about guardian angels.
Then I became a mother to two boys. Lucky for us, we lived across the street from a hospital. I swore they knew me by face in the emergency room - "There comes that bad mother again, with her banged-up son." There were times I was sure that especially our younger boy, Brian, would never live to age 12. So many stitches.
Then I became a mother to two boys. Lucky for us, we lived across the street from a hospital. I swore they knew me by face in the emergency room - "There comes that bad mother again, with her banged-up son." There were times I was sure that especially our younger boy, Brian, would never live to age 12. So many stitches.
I thought about guardian angels then, but mostly as a joke. After another trip back from the hospital, I'd say, "Brian, your poor guardian angel's wings are probably all in tatters from taking care of you."
And so it went.
And so it went.