Yesterday, a new Catholic blog-friend, Terry at, 8 Kids and a Business wrote a wonderful post about rosary beads. In it, she talked about rosaries that were of value to both herself and her family, and she mentioned that she had misplaced one particular set of beads.
Coincidentally, I was in just that same position, having lost a set that I too treasured, and was in the process of hunting high and low to find them. I proposed to Terry that we each say a prayer to St. Anthony for each other, trusting that he would find them.
Well, her prayer worked! St. Anthony came through for me this morning, and I found the beads literally within reach of the desk where I do all my writing. They were secured in the white leather case they originally came in, and tucked in a basket that we used to keep on the coffee table in our family room, so items were always at the ready.
Somehow, this basket had been moved and put into a wooden shelf where we store albums and board games and some tech-items (probably in a fit of cleaning, one of us had put the basket out of the way).
In any case, I am delighted to have discovered them. I had plugged my iPad in for recharging and the cord of another charger had fallen to the floor from the shelf in question when I looked over, I happened to notice the white case on its side in the basket. Even more to my pleasure, inside was also a gold cross, and a gold medal of the Blessed Virgin! Oh, happy day!
Terry, any news on your end?
Here’s a little haiku I wrote to mark this discovery (if you read this early on after I posted, you will have an alternate version, as I’ve decided the last word needs to be very different:
Precious silver beads
Were lost, but are found once more—
I tell joyously.