Last summer, I organized a parish car wash. At some point during the day, I realized that my wedding ring had slipped off in the frenzy of washing cars. I was devastated! Married for 19 years, it was obviously precious to me. After days of praying to St. Anthony, the parish office called to say that a wedding ring had been turned in. Lo and behold, it was my ring! God is good—and so is his servant, St. Anthony!
A week after Christmas, my 7-year-old Golden Retriever, Goldie, tore off into the woods behind our Vermont home. The temperatures were frigid and dropping. Missing for 12 hours, our family was beside ourselves. As a group, we prayed to St. Anthony to find our beloved dog. Fifteen minutes later, Goldie found her way back home. Her paws were frost bitten, but she recovered. Thank you, St. Anthony. You never let us down!
I misplaced my wallet a month ago at a theater. It must have fallen out of my pocket and into the seat. After praying to St. Anthony for hours, a manager at the cinema called to let me know it had been turned it. Think about it: In this day and age, no credit cards or cash were stolen. I was floored. And I was so grateful to St. Anthony's for his intercession. God bless him!