Have you ever wondered what your guardian angel looks like? You would be amazed and delighted. And what about that occasional buzzing noise in your ear? Have you ever wondered about that? Well, it’s your guardian angel.
It happened to me one sunny afternoon in May. I was lounging on the deck, reading the manuscript of a new book I planned on publishing when I heard the buzzing in my ear. Thinking it was a fly or mosquito, I instinctively waved my hand to ward the creature away, but it came back. Just as I was about to slap the side of my head to do the creature in, the tiny thing circled around and fluttered right in front of my face.
“Oh, my god.” It was a tiny baby, the size of a jelly bean, with wings. When it giggled, I said, “Hi, there.”
It giggled again and returned my greeting. “Who are you?” I asked.
“I’m Gertrude, you can call me Gertie.”
“Okay, Gertie, I’m very happy to meet you. Tell me, what are you doing here?”
She giggled again, “I’m your guardian angel.”
“Oh, are you?” I responded joyfully.
She nodded and smiled her toothless grin.
“You’re kind of small for a big job like that.”
“I’m an angel in training.”
“Is that so? Well, I’m very happy to meet you.”
She yawned and began losing altitude so, I put my hand out as she did a soft landing on my palm, then she proceeded to climb on to the tip of my thumb, curl up, and go sound asleep without so much as a by your leave.
Now, what was I supposed to do, sit there until she woke up? I decided that was exactly what I was going to do. Who knows, I may never have another opportunity to get up close and personal with my guardian angel in training. She snored softly as I fell head over heels in love with my jelly bean.
By and by, she opened her beautiful blue eyes as the afternoon light waned, stretched her tiny limbs, yawned, giggled, and flew up to the tip of my nose, kissed it, giggled, and flew away.
It wasn’t until she was gone from my sight that I realized what a blessing her appearance had been. Would I ever see her again? Probably not, since grown-up guardian angels remain invisible. But wouldn’t it be splendid if they appeared every now and then to assure us we are being looked after.
Bye, bye, Gertie, thank you for visiting.