Today, December, I happened to look down at the kitchen table. There, in the same chair in which my late father always sat, were the keys, peeking out from under the seat cushion. I didn't put them there, or drop them there. St. Anthony returned the keys to me, and I believe my loving, faithful father had a hand in it. Glory be to the Father, and to the Son and to the Holy Spirit. Thank you, St. Anthony. And thank you, Daddy, for still looking over me. Praise be to God Almighty. The moral of this experience is praise Him in the small things, and He will bless us in the small and large things.
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