Recently I have been getting closer to my Guardian Angel. While worrying or walking alone I will remind myself that he is there with me, as is Christ. (I usually imagine and refer to my Guardian Angel as a “he” because it’s pretty generic in terms of non-sexual beings.)
The word that has been cropping up in my mind is “twins.” One day I began to wonder whether my Guardian Angel had existed before I was born, or if he was born when I was born (that is, conceived). I latched on to this idea of us being twins, angel and human, forever linked.
Granted, it may be that guardian angels are “recycled”…an awful word to use, but descriptive enough. I really don’t know how it works. I’m content just to wonder for now. And naturally, as a human being, I’m curious what my Guardian Angel’s name is, but sometimes I think I’d rather not try to find out. I’m terrified of being deceived by something that is not of God.
Angel of God, my guardian dear,
to whom His love commits me here,
ever this day be at my side
to light and guard, to rule and guide.
