I Was Broken-hearted

I had a cross that I wore through my nursing years and I could not find it. I was broken-hearted over it. I turned to Saint Anthony and asked for his help. In the meantime, I made an emergency trip to Georgia and I felt naked all the way. Three days after I returned from my trip while saying the Rosary, I found it under a doily in front of Christ's picture.

Thank you M.A.C. for your story of St. Anthony's kind help in your life. Have a story of Saint Anthony's assistance of your own to share? Email it to us and we will post it on our blog~

An Unlikely Location

For several days my husband looked for the key ring with several keys for our boat. Today I joined in the search, re-checking places he had already looked. I checked a number of other unlikely places to no avail. After about a half an hour of looking I thought of the miracles of St. Anthony and started praying as I searched for the keys. Within minutes St. Anthony led me to an unlikely location and there they were. I truly believe in the miracles of God through the intercession of the saints. Thank you St. Anthony!

And thank you blog reader S.S. for your story of St. Anthony's help in finding your lost keys. This is a common way St. Anthony helps those who pray for his intercession - a prayer is said to him while looking for something lost, and then the next thing you know you feel compelled to sometimes the most unlikely locations to find it. Have a St. Anthony story of your own to share with our readers? Email it to us and we will post it on our blog~

I Had Just Walked That Sidewalk

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~