Yesterday I talked with a friend who lost a very precious rosary. I told her the story of when my son lost his rosary. He was about 9 years old and had brought it to school. He went through every pocket in his backpack and again when we got home. It was not to be found. So, we said a prayer to St. Anthony. The next morning he told me he had a dream and St. Anthony was in it. I asked what he looked like. He said he couldn’t really say for sure, but he knew it was St. Anthony. I asked what he was doing. My son said he was pointing to a certain pocket in his backpack. I asked if he looked there yet. He had not. I watched as he dug in the pocket and pulled out the rosary. We both burst into tears and thanked St. Anthony profusely. Last night, my friend also prayed to St. Anthony. Today, she found the rosary in a pocket of a pair of pants. She had the same reaction.
I Found God today in answered prayers to St. Anthony.