You guys, I kid you not, prayer for St. Anthony's help worked for me!! A few weeks ago, a friend posted on a blog saying that she had lost her wedding rings. Well, someone told her to pray to St. Anthony. Now I’m thinking, pray to St. Anthony? Long story short, I lost a pair of diamond earrings months before. They were some earrings that my husband gave to me as a wedding gift. I was heart broken because they were no where to be found. Well, of course, I googled St. Anthony and I found that St. Anthony is the Patron Saint of Lost and Found.
Needless to say, I prayed the St. Anthony prayer, and I kid you not, about 2 weeks later, (last tuesday to be exact) I found my earrings!! They had been missing 8 whole months!! For some reason, I felt the need to clean up my shoe pile, so I went and bought a shoe rack. While I was sorting thru my shoes, the earrings fell out of one of my sneakers!! And they were hooked together! I was blown away!! So thank you, St. Anthony!!
Ygnacia's note: Tuesday is the day normally associated with St. Anthony.
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.
Thursday, December 8, 2011
Monday, December 5, 2011
Finding A Bracelet, Just In Time
For 2 months my mom was in ICU, and then she passed away. For the duration of her stay in hospital I searched everywhere for a bracelet of hers, a simple silver band that she always wore (she gave me an identical one), but I couldn't find it anywhere. I wanted to put it on her so she could be buried with it. One night I asked St. Anthony for help so that I could find it in time. The next day I was driving to her wake, I looked in the cup holder of her car and I found the bracelet just sitting there. Absolutely amazing.
Friday, December 2, 2011
St. Anthony Helps Find Lost Souls
Whenever I lost anything as a child, my grandmother would tell me not to worry, just to pray to St. Anthony, the patron saint of lost things, and it would be found. I'd often return to her a half hour later, holding up whatever I lost and she'd say "See? St. Anthony always comes through."
As I grew older, I went to her with other problems. She would still tell me to pray to St. Anthony. I would make a face, caught in the adolescent mire that convinced me my problems were beyond repair. One day after I rolled my eyes at her, my grandmother said to me, her blue eyes tearing up "St. Anthony isn't just for finding lost things. He also deals with lost souls." "Lost souls?" She nodded. "And if he can handle that, I think he can handle just about anything."
There wasn't much I could say to that, so I shut up, stopped rolling my eyes and gave St. Anthony another try, even though my problem du jour seemed insurmountable. It wasn't solved in a half hour or even a day, but I found that prayer and time did heal it. I began to grow up and learn that healing something doesn't always mean that what we're fixated on gets better. Often, we heal when we accept things and move on.
Prayer to St. Anthony is not just for the lost things in my life, but to help me keep my perspective when I face unanswered questions or when I struggle to find words to comfort a friend.
St. Anthony can find anything. Most importantly, for anyone who feels despair, he can even help us find our faith when we think it's lost.
As I grew older, I went to her with other problems. She would still tell me to pray to St. Anthony. I would make a face, caught in the adolescent mire that convinced me my problems were beyond repair. One day after I rolled my eyes at her, my grandmother said to me, her blue eyes tearing up "St. Anthony isn't just for finding lost things. He also deals with lost souls." "Lost souls?" She nodded. "And if he can handle that, I think he can handle just about anything."
There wasn't much I could say to that, so I shut up, stopped rolling my eyes and gave St. Anthony another try, even though my problem du jour seemed insurmountable. It wasn't solved in a half hour or even a day, but I found that prayer and time did heal it. I began to grow up and learn that healing something doesn't always mean that what we're fixated on gets better. Often, we heal when we accept things and move on.
Prayer to St. Anthony is not just for the lost things in my life, but to help me keep my perspective when I face unanswered questions or when I struggle to find words to comfort a friend.
St. Anthony can find anything. Most importantly, for anyone who feels despair, he can even help us find our faith when we think it's lost.
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