“Acknowledge miracles in your life. Angels are God’s miracle workers,” writes Jayne Howard Feldman, and Suzanne Siegel Zenkel says “Where there is goodness, there is an angel.”
I’ve met an angel at every important crossroad in my life.
One came into my life eighteen years ago, and through his books, I arrived at my vocation–to write with the intention of spreading hope. The other has navigated me through the confusing and complex world of mental illness. She holds my hand every time I get scared.
Oddly enough, the other day I was on the phone with one while driving into the driveway of the other.
I gave Guardian Angel Two my cell phone, to meet Guardian Angel One.
“Guardian angels, I said, meet each other!”
And I glowed with a double halo.
Until both of them pissed me off royally an hour later.

First, Guardian Angel Two gave me a lecture on how to raise little angels, not demons, which triggered my Amy (amygdala, the brain’s fear center) button (read yesterday’s post).
Then, I came home to an e-mail from Guardian Angel One advising me not to write a blog about my political opinions, that she “didn’t want to see the wrath of politics coming into my blog, where thousands finally feel safe speaking about depression, bi-polar illness and related topics.”
Granted, Guardian Angel Two has raised twelve brothers and sisters and knows plenty of parenting tips, and Guardian Angel One had a valid point about bringing something so divisive as politics into my blog.
But my feelings were hurt regardless. I felt as though Guardian Angel Two thought that I sucked as a mother, and I was worried that I had the respect and love of Guardian Angel One only as long as I wrote and said things she agreed with.
Both hurts festered inside my nervous and digestive systems for a day or more. I demanded that God not send me any more guardian angels for awhile, thank you very much. Amy (my brain’s fear system, the amygdala) threw a few more keg parties, and then I got sick of the anxiety. Just like the little boy Justin in the book “The Hurt,” which I’ll talk about in another post.
I arrived at this: the best thing to do would be to try to lovingly explain why my feelings got hurt to both angels.
I am still much better at this via e-mail, where they can’t see my uncomfortable expression than in person or even on the phone. I’m practicing at clear communication. But I’m certainly not there yet (wherever there is).
To read my letters to my guardian angels, continue to the next posts.