About 10 years ago my youngest son had just reached the age when he wanted to go out in the evenings with his friends. Like countless other parents, I was worried for my child's safety. And, like countless other parents, I tossed and turned in bed at night and couldn't sleep until I heard him return home.

I realized after a while that the only thing I had left in my power was prayer, and so I began to pray to my son's guardian angel for his protection. I never spoke of this to anyone. After just about a week or so, my son said in passing, "I woke up last night, Mum, and there was a man looking at me. But it was OK. I knew he was my guardian angel. I just went back to sleep!"

What makes the incident even more incredible is that at the time my son (like lots of young teenagers) was not at all interested in anything religious and would almost certainly not have been receptive to any talk about praying to guardian angels. When he told me the next day about his visitor, he said it with a completely relaxed and accepting tone. I can hear his voice now - "I woke up, Mum, and there was a man looking at me, but I knew it was my guardian angel and so I went back to sleep."

That memory has a deep effect on me whenever I think about it. It still makes me feel as reassured now as it did all those years ago.

Bernie Gardiner
bernie.gardiner@btinternet.com

Posted 5-29-07