As a child, I remember this image on a calendar my mom had pinned on a wall of our bedroom. It gave me a wonderful sense of peace to think that God had assigned each of us with a heavenly defender to keep us from stumbling.
"Pray to your Guardian Angel for protection", she would say.
The bridge which the two children cross in the image is old, and rickety, a board missing on the crosswalk, and could collapse at any moment sending the children tumbling into the cold waters below.
When I think of how many rickety bridges I have crossed in my life, some I might even have lost my life to, was it fate, luck or angelic or divine intervention that spared me?
Surely, to live, is to step out in faith. The boards beneath us are groaning, moaning and crackling; they bend with our weight.
In the middle of the bridge, we can risk going forward, or risk returning.
Angel de la Guardia, protect us.
1 comment:
Nicely put, Rick. |
I had the same print in my room as a kid. These days I see my gaurdian angel as someone very much like Clarence in It's a Wonderful Life.
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