It has been a strange week. I had lost an item that was very dear to me. I just could not locate it. I was telling my friends about the loss and how upset I was and one of them asked me if I had prayed to the patron saint of lost items. Neither of us could remember from our Catholic upbringing who that was though I remember as a kid asking someone up there for help. So to make a long story longer, she looked up the saint for me and I figured it could do no harm and I was desperate. So I did, I say a little prayer to St. Anthony of Padua. My friend said she would also. Did it work?? Well, I did recover the lost item I was so worried about. And from a source that I thought was hopeless. Then I recovered a set of keys that I had lost in a garden store in Pella, Iowa, then I found a pair of favorite sunglasses missing for years, and the topper is that I found a travel alarm clock that Mike and I have been looking for over 5 years!!! So there you are. You can draw your own conclusions. Me, I keeping up the power of prayer.
Friday, September 22, 2006
About Me
- Name: Mike and Annette
- Location: Cedar Falls, Iowa, United States
We were in different high schools together when we met in 1965. He was a senior at Moeller and she was a junior at Mt. Notre Dame. We have been married since 1969. We have three great kids living in 3 different states, and two darling Grandsons, Mike and Angie's Patrick and Aaron Michael and two beautiful grand daughters. Christopher and Tricia's Madeleine and Laurel Rose, and Katy and Kent's Lucia Anne.
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1 Comments:
Prayer is amaxinb. It's not that a miracle happens, or that St. Anthony came down and put the lost items in front of you. I think prayer changes us. Perhaps your mind was cleared of the anxiety of looking and so you could see.
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