I lost my lip gloss. It was a special one from a health food store- I liked it. I lost it, I prayed to St. Andrew,(I think this is the saint you pray to for lost things) I searched my house, my pockets and could not find it. Linda gave me hers and time went on. Yesterday I started my period (I know-too much information)I went into the tampon box and pulled out my lip gloss! Who would have looked there. I must have replaced tampons I didn’t need and had in my pocket from last month. Imagine my surprise!
Remember my lost turtle? St. Anthony helped us find Michelangelo in the grass… I swear by it. Although I did try it over and over with my cross and it didn’t come back, so sometimes you do have to be ready to let go.
Glad you found your chapstick though… funny story.
It’s St. Anthony! He and I are on a personal more intimate footing… He is Saint A to me!! Think I pray to him a lot?? Heck yeah!
That’s part of the problem-I’m praying to the wrong saint!
That is classic. I’ve done things like that myself. Especially since I’ve had Delaney and I am multi-tasking more than ever. I think it is to add a little humor and spice to life. Thank God for St. Anthony!!