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Saturday:) St. Anthony and All My Angels On Speed Dial

7 Apr

“For truly we are all angels temporarily hiding as humans.”

Brian L. Weiss


St. Anthony happens to be my Patron Saint, as I was baptized Antoinette. I like to think this gives me a little extra influence with the official Patron Saint of lost articles and lost souls. I call on him quite a bit. We Catholics have a Patron Saint for pretty much every dilemma, illness or intention imaginable.

Well, the other day, I was out for a long walk. The sun was shining, but a little cold. I had gloves on, but I was reveling in the sunshine, swinging my arms, and singing show tunes in my head. I was just a couple of blocks away from my house when, there on the sidewalk, I saw a shiny coin. It was a lucky dime. The strange thing is, I walked that same path when I started out, and didn’t notice it there. Hmmm?

I picked up the dime, after taking a picture, of course, then smiled as I put it in my pocket. I silently said, “Thanks Mom.” Or maybe I said it out loud? I do that sometimes.

I got to my front door, reached for my house key that I keep on a rubber band on my wrist, and NO KEY! Where was my key? Panic! How will I get back in the house? Oh, my neighbor has an extra key, but I didn’t like the thought of my house key somewhere on the street, so I did what I always do. I prayed.

“St. Anthony. It’s me AGAIN. I dropped my key somewhere, and I know you will help me find it.” I didn’t say maybe, I knew he would. To increase my chances, I said my other prayer to my Guardian Angel, who happens to be my mother, right now. For some reason this prayer I learned when I was a little girl, popped into my head a few weeks ago, and will not go away.

So, I retraced my steps down all the sidewalks and streets I walked, repeating the prayer and asking St. Anthony for help. I thought for sure it would be where I picked up the dime. Nope! I kept walking several more blocks. I even thought, this was a strange way to get me to walk a few extra miles.

Finally, I was right in front of Mr. Larry’s and Ms. Sandy’s driveway, (where I sometimes stop for a beer in the garage and catch up on neighborhood news.) and there was the key, smack in the middle of the sidewalk.

It was early morning, and the garage was closed, so I hadn’t stopped. But, as is my habit, as I pass by their house, I give a wave by the front window in case they see me walking past. The key must have slipped off as I waved. Or maybe my angel just left it there knowing I’d find it or Mr. Larry would. Either way, St. Anthony and my angels helped me out again.

I have many more stories of my angels rescuing me in time of need. Many of my angels are right here on earth. Sometimes God gives you earthly angels to help you along the way. I’m blessed with so many. And, I think a few of you reading this right now, know that you are one of those angels. Thank you.

Saturday:) St. Anthony Saves The Day…AGAIN!

22 Jan

“Sometimes when you lose your way in the fog, you end up in a beautiful place! Don’t be afraid of getting lost!” 

― Mehmet Murat ildan


Catholics have a Patron Saint for just about everything. Really, we do! But, one of the most important and most called upon, is St. Anthony. Well, at least at my house. I have him on speed dial prayer.

This afternoon, I took Bella for a walk around the pond. At one point, I reached into my pocket to get my phone to take a picture of a big ol’ hawk gliding through the sky. No phone. I just assumed that I left it at home. After a long walk around the pond, we walked home. I looked everywhere for my phone. Grabbing the land line phone, I dialed my cell, walking around, listening for the ring. No ringing anywhere. That usually does the trick. Nope!

The next step was look on the “find my phone” link on my iPad. I was already in a panic, and couldn’t  remember my Apple password. Is there a Patron Saint for passwords? Thank goodness I had it written down in a safe place. The app showed that my phone was somewhere two blocks away. It looked like near the pond, not really specific, but general vicinity.  I ran out the door, trying to retrace my steps. I didn’t have a spare cell phone to call myself. Now what?

I almost knocked on a neighbor’s door to borrow a cell phone, but I thought I’d try the exhaustive search approach first. I retraced the entire walk, scanning and panning and panicking every minute. My walk was more like a jog. No phone. Then, I remembered how just last week, I told my friend Sherry to pray to St. Anthony for lost items when she couldn’t find something very precious that she misplaced. She’s not Catholic, but St. Anthony doesn’t care. She found her lost item.

I started chanting to myself, “Please St. Anthony, please!” Over and over, I prayed, my heart racing. Within a minute of my desperate fervent prayer, I looked down, and there it was, laying on the grass. I had already walked that way, but there it was.

It doesn’t matter if you believe in prayer or Patron Saints or miracles. The important thing is, I BELIEVE. And, Saint Anthony, my personal Patron Saint,  has been a good friend of mine and called upon quite frequently. Just yesterday, I asked him to help me find my American Express card that I couldn’t find, as I had put it in a very safe place for safe keeping while I was out of town. I said my prayer and, voila, I  found it. Thank you Saint Anthony…AGAIN.

Sunday Sermon, St. Anthony Saves the Day, and a Sunset

14 Mar

“Loss is only temporary when you believe in God!” ― Latoya Alston


The Fifth Sunday of Lent. Today’s Gospel was the story of Jesus raising his friend Lazarus from the dead. Jesus did not rush to save Lazurus and arrived days after he was buried. He went to the tomb, had them roll away the stone, and raised Lazarus from the dead.

My take on it…Sometimes God takes His sweet and lovely time when you need His help. But, if you have faith, and believe, He will answer your prayers. It’s never too late. Don’t give up. Sometimes there’s a reason.


Recently, I’ve put my faith to the test. Last night, I was going through my wallet, and I couldn’t find my driver’s license. Oh man! Last I saw it was when I voted. Oh no! Did they forget to return it to me at the polls? I checked my wallet, emptied my purse, looked through pockets. I was going crazy.  This happened last week when I couldn’t find my bank card. I had the phone in my hand, ready to call the bank, when I decided to say a prayer to St. Anthony, then searched my purse again, and it was tucked in the folds way at the at bottom.

So, I decided, well, let’s try again. I said,”St. Anthony, I’m getting old and forgetful. Can you help me out again?” I emptied my purse yet again…couldn’t find it. I looked through my coupons, nope! Then, I checked the little bag I keep my library card, gift cards, and miscellaneous business cards. There it was, mixed in between my library card and a Papa Murphy stamp card! How did it get there? I smiled and said out loud, “Thank you, St. Anthony. You did it again!” 

If you’re Catholic and forgetful, St. Anthony gets a real workout. He’s my Patron Saint, being named Antoinette, so I feel I get special favor. 

St. Anthony of Padua is one of the Catholic Church’s most popular saints. Saint Anthony of Padua, patron saint of lost and stolen articles, was a powerful Franciscan preacher and teacher. He’s typically portrayed holding the child Jesus—or a lily—or a book—or all three—in his arms. Many people give alms to St. Anthony Bread in thanksgiving to God for blessings received through the prayers of St. Anthony.


It was a beautiful day. I went for two walks, and was able to catch another beautiful sunset.


Friday Feast of St. Anthony

14 Jun

“[Saint Anthony] said, in his solitude, he sometimes encountered devils who looked like angels, and other times he found angels who looked like devils. When asked how he could tell the difference, the saint said that you can only tell which is which by the way you feel after the creature has left your company.”
― Elizabeth Gilbert, Eat, Pray, Love
Today is the feast day of St. Anthony, my patron saint. I rely on him quite a bit, especially lately. If you aren’t familiar with the tradition of praying to St. Anthony for lost things and lost causes, I’ll give you some info later. But first, here’s my recent adventure with invoking his help.

Recently, I’ve been scrambling, rushing around and spinning my wheels. I’m usually pretty organized, but I misplaced my keys the other day. It was the huge ring with the house keys, various other keys and all those little taggy things from all the stores and AAA. I knew I had them when I got home because that’s how I got in the door. The next morning, they were no where to be found.

I searched every drawer, cabinet, closet, inside sofa cushions, you name it, I scoured it. Two hours of futilely searching, and cleaning out drawers and throwing papers in the trash along the way, it finally dawned on me. “Say your prayer to St. Anthony. He always answers.” So, I said my little prayer while tossing out another batch of useless papers and such. I said to myself, “Self, my keys couldn’t possibly be in the garbage can, could they?” Well, there they were. How in the world they found there way to the bottom of the garbage can, I don’t know, but the next day was garbage day. THANKS ST. ANTHONY!!! You saved me again.
St. Anthony of Padua, the patron saint of lost items, is invoked thousands (maybe millions!) of times daily to help people find things that they have misplaced. This novena, or nine-day prayer, to find a lost article reminds us as well that the most important goods are spiritual.

St. Anthony, perfect imitator of Jesus, who received from God the special power of restoring lost things, grant that I may find [name the item] which has been lost. At least restore to me peace and tranquility of mind, the loss of which has afflicted me even more than my material loss. To this favor, I ask another of you: that I may always remain in possession of the true good that is God. Let me rather lose all things than lose God, my supreme good. Let me never suffer the loss of my greatest treasure, eternal life with God. Amen.

There they were, in the garbage.