“See that you do not despise one of these little ones; I tell you, they have their angels in heaven, who look continually on the face of my heavenly Father.”
(Matthew 18:10)

Jesus speaks of angels. They are at his service, as they served him when he fasted forty days in the desert, and now he tells us that they are also at our service all our life. We have our own angels. Each one has their own. They are always by our side, and always looking on the face of our Father in heaven. Personal gift for life and into eternity. Company for ever.

All that all angels in the Bible stand for is now focussed and united on this angel by my side who shares my life with me. Strength and inspiration, defence and advice, hints and warnings, prayer and worship. Each angelic episode in the Bible is a facet of my own angel, since what one can do others can too, and all the stories of the past converge and unite in this close and dear person who represents for me all that each angel was and did for their wards in the people of God. My angel is my ambassador and my companion, cherub and seraph, wielder of a sword and focus of light, and he sums up in himself all that I know about angels and archangels and the whole heavenly court. He is my angel. Jesus told me so.

Maybe the fact that Jesus spoke of angels when speaking of children has prompted us to give children’s traits to our angels. Children are the best we have on earth, and we do well to imagine our angels with their innocence and their charm. But our angels are much more than that. They are children in their beauty and thee are warriors in their courage; they are attractive in their smile, and they are redoubtable in their power. That is why they accompany us as we grow up, and from our first mischief as children they protect us later under the threats of greater dangers in life. I try to imagine them in all possible ways to cover all their richness and their power far beyond what I can imagine or expect. My own angel is for me the representative of all angels in my life.