My husband and I stripped out the bedroom, moved furniture, cleaned out every drawer, stripped the bed, and checked trash cans in the house, as well as searching throughout the house. I texted our daughters and asked them to pray for help to find the ring.
The ring is more than a piece of jewelry; it is almost one hundred years old, the only remaining piece of my grandmother’s. I am third generation Elizabeth and it is to be passed down to my daughter Heather Elizabeth and her daughter Elizabeth. I was distraught. I didn’t know how I was going to tell my sister that I had lost this heirloom which was very dear to her, which she herself had worn for more than fifty years.
After searching and researching, crying and praying, by night time I was exhausted. Using my cell phone I began researching prayers to help find lost articles. One of the websites I found was this one. I prayed to God and to St. Anthony repeating the prayers and searching one last time. My husband did his best to comfort me and prayed as well knowing how precious the ring is to me. We went to bed and I prayed until I fell asleep. I awoke at 3:44 in the morning and prayed until I fell asleep again.
The garbage man comes tomorrow and it was nagging at me to go through the trash to be sure the ring is not in it. I know that I have been lax recently in my prayers and also taking the initiative and doing my best to evangelize my oldest sister. In reading your website I realized that God will help (perhaps through St. Anthony) as is His will, that the ring may never be found. Also, that I need to make a stronger commitment to God. So this morning I did a brief check for the ring and began my research to write a paper to help convince my sister that Jesus was not just a good man; that she must accept him as part of the Triune God. After downloading many sources to help with my persuasive paper my daughter called and said that she and my granddaughter were praying and that she had a feeling I would find the ring. The nagging feeling to go through the garbage in the large containers outside would not go away. I decided to put my research aside for awhile and go through the garbage before the bins would be put on the road for pickup.
I headed outside and began with the recycling trash. Taking pieces out of one bag and putting them in another my search began. Halfway through the bag I could not believe what was sitting atop some soiled tissues. The ring! I instantly picked it up crying, “Thank you God” all the way into the house. My husband came running and I begged him to tell me it was real. He affirmed that God had answered my prayers.
Now that I have said my prayers of thanksgiving to God and St. Anthony and my witnessing to you, I will be going back to my research and writing the paper to my sister.
To quote our priests: “God is good all the time! All the time God is good!”
God bless you and thank you for providing this website and blog. ~Elizabeth L.
Thank you so much Elizabeth L. for your wonderful story of a miraculous find, thanks to the intercession of Good Saint Anthony. Have a story of your own to share? Email it to us and we will post it on our blog~