When I first met my husband he gave me a birthday gift in a jewelers
box, a beautiful, expensive diamond pendant, as that is my birthstone. I
wore it and treasured it for many years until I became a 3rd. order
Carmelite and started wearing my brown scapular along with it. One
morning I woke up and although I found the chain on the floor, the
pendant was missing. It must have flew off while I was changing clothes
in my upstairs bedroom. For a whole YEAR I searched, never throwing away
any vacuum cleaner bags even after I went through them. I was heartsick
and after a year, finally decided it was gone and threw away the closet
full of vacuum cleaner bags. My mom told me to pray to St. Anthony and
though I had given up all hope, I did. Within an HOUR I was walking to
my kitchen in the downstairs when something on the floor glinted up at
me.... and as I picked up my pendant I started crying. What a blessing
to know that even in little earthly things God cares about us! Thank you
St. Anthony!!
This beautiful story is a repost from 2011, the year we started this blog in honor of St. Anthony. If you have a story of St. Anthony's help of your own to share please Email it to us and we will post it on the 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.