If this hadn’t been Sunday (not that Sunday is bad mind you … the Resurrection is the summit of all our feasts), this would have been the feast of the Guardian Angels. I remember being very young (four or five, maybe) and mom teaching me the prayer:
Dear angel of God, my guardian dear,
to whom God’s love commits me here,
ever this day be at my side,
to watch and guard,
to rule and guide.
This prayer got me through things even in my adult life when I didn’t know what else to pray. I remember being not so young (thirty maybe) and getting ready to have my tonsils removed, of all things. That prayer got me through the pre-op procedures that had me just a little scared.
Who doesn’t need a guardian angel these days?