"These things I
warmly wish for you: someone to love, some work to do, a bit o' sun, a bit o'
cheer, and a guardian angel always near." -- Irish blessing
One time I fired myguardian angel. I had always assumed
that it was his job to keep me out of trouble.
So when I found myself in trouble, I blamed my guardian angel. So I fired him for being asleep on the
job. OK, so I matured and learned about “free
will.”
I didn’t like that.
And I tried to return this gift of “free will,” and exchange it for
Divine Will. I thought God would be
proud of me for wanting that. God told
me that the 30 day return policy was over, and I had better learn to put my
gift of “free will” in alignment with Divine will. I had better re-hire my guardian angel.
Let me tell you about my guardian angel. He’s infuriatingly objective! He thinks I manipulate with tears, so it has
no effect on him. He’s smarter than I
am, so I can’t think of reasons, excuses fast enough. I can’t sweet-talk him into anything. He knows me better than I know myself.
And you know what else?
When I find myself in trouble…he smirks.
He has this one eyebrow “know it all” expression, with a “tsk, tsk,” “I
told you so,” sideways smile. It’s
infuriating.
I have thought up a
scheme to get rid of him. I’ll ask God
to promote him. He’s been such a long
suffering guardian angel, isn’t time he was promoted to seraphim, throne,
dominion, or whatever?
I’d fire him again
but I need him too much.
I’ll give him credit for keeping me out of danger, though. I don’t know how many car accidents I’ve just
barely missed. Sometimes he’s even kept
me out of other dangerous situations (emotional, work related). It’s awe inspiring how many times I’ve
experienced, “that could’ve been me,” situations.
These are no small matters.
…sigh. Hmmmm, maybe
it’s a case of “better the devil you know…”
I guess we’re stuck with each other.
Deo gratias.
