Yesterday I talked about how I tend to overthink everything (yeah, me, really) and sometimes I’ll end up in a tailspin over issues everyone else resolves easily. Combine that trait with my tendency to muse about all things spiritual and you can see where I could get myself all tied in knots.
I don’t consider myself as having revelations or anything like that, but I think my guardian angel gave me a few rules last week. At least, in my head I’ve been calling them “my guardian’s rules” even though they’re not rules and I’m not sure they came from my guardian.
Angel: “Since that’s the case, you might as well call them a fish sandwich.”
I’ll bounce this fish sandwich out to you guys, and you can tell me what you think, because it seems to work.
My guardian angel’s rules for my life
- Love God
- Do the work God wants me to do
- Forgive my enemies
- Find the image of God in everyone around me, and love that part of them
You can see why I’m hesitant to call that revelation. You just read all four of them and said, “You needed that explained to you? And you’re over age seven?”
Numbers 1 and 2 would seem to fit every human being. Number 3 is a specifically Christian commandment. Number 4 would look to be the most difficult of all four of them.
Ah, but number two, that’s where it becomes sticky. Because how do I recognize and define “the work God wants me to do”? Wars have been fought over that.
Some will try to take the easy way out by saying, “Well, it’s about the relationship,” but then what are the ground rules of the relationship? Every relationship needs ground rules, so what are the “house rules” for living in God’s house as his daughter?
Well, in my case, they’re the regulations of the Catholic Church. Others have their own different “work God gave them.” (And you’ll note the relationship is covered in Rule One.)
Primarily the work God gave me is the work of a wife and mother, and a writer, in that order. And no, there aren’t regulations for being a wife and mother either.
I like my guardian’s rules (or the fish sandwich, whatever those four statements are) and I find they simultaneously simplify matters and raise the bar.