It is always a regrettable thing; it is always a refrain-from-the Eucharist-and-go-to-Confession event, when I prefer my own desires over the help of my angel. After a while, one can’t even plead immaturity or psychological deficiency; it’s simply a desire for disorder, a consent to the agent of chaos and a reach-back to Original Sin.
I am forever thanking my guardian angel for the help I know I am given; sadly, sometimes I must also apologize, for the help I have refused.
Lord, you have given us a world full of so many good things, and through the example of your saints we know that all things, in moderation, exemplify your goodness. Help us to discern when we have begun to slide from occasional self-indulgences into habits that can render us so vulnerable to our cravings and desires – for food, for success, for acceptance – that we begin to move away from you, and the gift of our grace. In the name of Christ Jesus, Amen.