I Could Hardly Speak

After being out all afternoon I came home and went to remove my jewelry. I realized the ring my grandmother gave me was missing. My husband and I searched my car and outside our home. I called the places we had been asking if my ring had been found. It had not been. I prayed that night to St Jude to help me find it. The next day we went over the car etc. still no ring. That night I told a friend about my loss. She told me to pray to St Anthony. I did. The next day I thought try searching again. I went back to my car and finally went to the truck. I searched the same way I had done for 2 days. At the very last place I lifted a bag and there was my ring. I could hardly speak. When I could, I finally was able to say to my husband that I found it where we had searched twice before. It was a miracle. Thank you St Anthony.

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All Souls Day 2017

On All Souls Day, November 2nd., the Franciscan Friars will celebrate a Holy Mass at the Basilica of St. Anthony in Padua, Italy, for all of the Saint’s devotees who are no longer with us. If you wish your dear departed to be remembered during the Holy Mass, please write down their names in this link. You may also send your prayer in remembrance of them: they will personally take it to the Saint's Tomb.
On November 2nd. at 8:15 am CET watch the Mass live stream from Saint Anthony’s Basilica in Padua, Italy.

Just As I Was Giving Up

Good Morning and God Bless,
I need to share my early morning prayer to Saint Anthony with you. As I was taking our dog for his very early walk this morning, (my husband usually does the early walk, but is in severe back pain) I got my keys and proceeded to go to the nearest field that we usually go to.. Being very tired, we walked around the field with lots of trees and once done, proceeded to go home. I then noticed that my keys were missing from my jacket pocket.. Off I go to look all over.. No luck. I took the dog home (had to buzz a gracious neighbor to open the security door to the apartment), and after taking the dog in, went back to the large field.. I then prayed to Saint Anthony, and after searching every place I could think that me and our dog walked, said the prayer again and proceeded to go home.. Then.... there they were.. My keys in the grass.. I picked them up and gave thanks to Saint Anthony🙏.. Just as I was giving up, (had to get ready for church) there they were.. So surreal .. I held those keys and still couldn't believe I had them in my hands.. The field is huge.. The feeling was like the cliche finding a needle in a haystack..God Bless you Saint Anthony 🙏

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Fatima - 100 Years Later

Though this is not directly connected with St. Anthony, it is important to post about. Today is the 100 year anniversary of the Miracle of the Sun at Fatima, Portugal. Click here to learn more about this Vatican approved apparition of Our Lady and the associated prophecies.

I Started Praying To Saint Anthony

Last Friday morning I realized I had misplaced my red jewelry box. For 3 days I cleaned out drawers and closets searching. On Sunday I started praying to Saint Anthony . Driving home from work on Tuesday evening I turned off the music and quietly recited the prayer all the way home. I had planned to do one more dumpster dive through our trash when I arrived home since Wednesday is trash day. But before going out I decided to look around the house one more time. As I emptied out a sock basket in the bedroom, I heard my husband go down to the basement and I could tell he was looking through everything down there. I was in the living room when he came upstairs and called my name. When I turned around he was standing there holding the jewelry box in his hand. I started crying because inside that box was a ring that belonged to my great grandmother (mother's side) and another that belonged to my grandfather (father's side). They were both irreplaceable. Thank you Saint Anthony for leading my husband to where I had placed the box.
Sincerely, D.R.

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