Belinda's brain

A few days ago I was reading a post on another blog (- a blog that's better than mine) about the angels. Our blogger buddy said that some people name their guardian angels which by the way is discouraged but that post got me to thinking about the relationship that I have with my guardian angel.

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I have never tried to name my angel because I figured that he/she/it  came with a name already and I knew that any name that I could give to it would be silly in comparison much like a pet name that lovers give to each other. I've never considered the relationship to my angels to be anything other than a working relationship - such as business partners.  I figured they have a job to do and so do I.  I consider the business of salvation a very serious one so consequently  I've never had an emotional attachment to my angel. It's like  - I send you  and you tell me what to do. You protect me and I obey. You correct me and I grumble. That's the kind of relationship I have had with my angel- strictly business although now that seems strange to me  as I reflect about my encounters with them.

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I remember one late evening when I was half asleep I clearly heard an angel speaking to me. I was getting ready to deliver one of our children and I was receiving some sort of instructions from him. I remember saying, "Yes, repeatedly after he would say something to me but then I stopped listening to the instructions  and I began to listen to his voice, and I thought, "I know this voice, I've heard it many times before, yet I had forgotten it."  Then when I was more awake than asleep I said, "YOUR TOO LOUD, AND YOUR WAKING ME UP!" - in my chipper fashion - my little way.  

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I reflect about the  dreams I've had with angels and the instructions given to me in those dreams, a lot of which I still remember but I don't write about them because I figure people aren't interested in hearing about them and I don't want to come off  sounding as some sort of new age person because I'm faithful to the magisterium. I would never want to lead anyone astray and this Catholic faith of ours isn't about me or my dreams it's about Christ, besides most of my angelic dreams have been about correcting  my sins so I think perhaps your angel probably likes you better than mine likes me anyway.

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Thanks be to God for our angels and for the many times they have saved  my loved ones and  myself. If it weren't for them I'd be propped up to my keyboard right now with a chopstick between my teeth pecking away at the keys with my head bobbing back and forth and sounding very much like Steven Hawking, as there have been many, many near misses. Thank you Jesus.

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Snowflakes, ice crystals, and souls are never the same.

*To my children, never  allow yourselves be deceived. I know a man who quit the Catholic church and began to worship the angels which he believed his daughter had morphed into after her death. Only a fallen angel would make such a request. I repeat, there is only one way to salvation and that's through Christ and through the sacraments that Christ has given to us.  There are no new ways or ideas to salvation and no short cuts and if anyone ever proposes to you that there are other ways, I suggest you pull your head outta your rear and run.