Hurrah for Benjamin! And thank you, thank you, thank you for the gazillion times you have hauled my you know what out of trouble. And have reminded me about things I have forgotten. And have put your hand over my mouth to keep me from saying just the wrong thing at just the wrong time.
This was one of those doctrines that I was so happy to be able to believe when we came into the Church. It was comforting to me to realize that no matter how alone I felt, I really wasn't.
But one thing I've always disliked is the art depicting guardian angels. You know, that picture of the little children on the bridge with the big angel girl behind them? The one where if you look at it just right it looks like she is about to push them into the water?
And all the other depictions are pretty feminine and floaty and pretty.
I don't think Benjamin is feminine. Well, I guess technically he's not anything since he's a pure spirit, but since he chose to let me know him by a masculine kind of name, I envision him as a guy. And I probably need a guy--to tell me to quit with the whining and moping and stuff.
So, I'm kinda hoping that when I finally see Benjamin he looks more like this than like the girly angel on the bridge:
O most holy angel of God, appointed by God to be my guardian, I give you thanks for all the benefits which you have ever bestowed on me in body and in soul. I praise and glorify you that you condescended to assist me with such patient fidelity, and to defend me against all the assaults of my enemies. Blessed be the hour in which you were assigned me for my guardian, my defender and my patron. In acknowledgement and return for all your loving ministries to me, I offer you the infinitely precious and noble heart of Jesus, and firmly purpose to obey you henceforward, and most faithfully to serve my God. Amen.