I was having another hard day in a series of hard days. I made breakfast for myself and my elderly mother, and then took my dog out for a walk. When I got back, my keys were not in my pocket. Luckily, my mother heard me knocking on the door and was able to get over to it and open it. The keys were nowhere to be found. I wondered if I had left them in the door in the night, but the car was still there and that would have been the easiest target. I decided to go back to where I had stopped with my dog. Nothing was there. I had already prayed to my friend St. Anthony, but this time I started praying really hard. When I was almost to the house--a block away--I saw the keys on the sidewalk. I had just walked that sidewalk, although admittedly my mind was somewhere else. Anyway, I picked up the keys and there was the image of St. Anthony I have on my key ring staring at me. By the way, when I got back, my mother noticed that the door was ajar and had closed it. But now I had the keys and was able to get in.
Thank you to my friend that recently emailed me this story of Saint Anthony's help in their life. Have a Saint Anthony story of your own to share? Email it to us and we will post it on our blog~
He is one of the great saints of the Catholic Church, and one of the beloved--even far beyond Catholics themselves. Untold numbers of people turn to him, still, when there is loss. And strangely--at least strangely in the usual ways of the world--those things often quickly turn up. And often they turn up in the most unexpected--even seemingly miraculous ways. Let the stories begin.
