Last week, my mom realized that she was missing a ring she wore to church. It was a “mother’s ring” that included the birthstones of each of her 5 children. She thought it was tight enough not to fall off and she didn’t remember taking it off herself. We called the church, but no one had turned in a ring. We prayed to St. Anthony – the patron saint of lost items – and searched the house and the car to no avail. This week at church, I stopped by the office to check again. There was no ring. I left a description of the ring hoping that it still might turn up. As I was talking to the receptionist, I told her that we prayed to St. Anthony and still didn’t find it. She encouraged me to keep it up and not to stop. I realized she was right. I shouldn’t just give up. So I prayed when I thought about it yesterday. Before I went to bed, I had conversation with St. Anthony and with God. Well, actually it was one-sided with me doing all the talking. I told them that my mom shouldn’t have to lose this meaningful ring at this point in her life. They knew where the ring was and regardless of where it was, God could make it possible for my mom to find it. When I got home from running errands this afternoon, my mom announced that she had found her ring. It was on the floor next to her nightstand. She saw something shining and there it was. Thank you St. Anthony, Thank you God.
I Found God today in a beautifully answered prayer.
