Lost and Found

This is the Rosary that I received when I went through the RCIA classes at our parish. RCIA (The Rite of Christian Initiation of Adults) is a class that anyone may take to learn more about the Catholic faith. It is required if an adult wishes to join the church. My journey to Catholicism is too long to mention here but maybe I will tell it someday.What I want to share is that I came to love that plastic red rosary. Maybe because red is my favorite color. Maybe the beads just felt "right" in my hands. Maybe because Nathan used to sit on my lap and pray the beads with me early in the morning. I don't know. What I do know is that I lost this rosary several years ago. I hunted high and low for it. I asked the kids if they saw it. I pulled back the bookshelves to see if it had fallen behind.

I prayed to St. Anthony to help me find it. Nothing.

On Thursday when we were preparing to go to the Indian Steps Museum, I pulled out my old camera bag (which was used to house my 35 mm camera). I wanted to put my digital and my wallet in it. I decided I would clean out the front pocket to see what I could toss out. I found the lens cleaner and some tissues, the 35mm camera booklet, about a dollar in change and....
my rosary!
Thank you St. Anthony. When I was telling the story, Nolan said that St. Anthony did help me, but it wasn't in my time but God's time. Wow! Something is getting through.