Tony, Tony, Look Around...

Tony, Tony, look around
Somethings lost that must be found.

The above is the prayer to St. Anthony, the patron saint of things lost.  About two or three months ago, I lost a  gold chain with a Florentine cameo and  a St. Brigid's cross on it.  It is a favorite and I was sure I had just mislaid it.  Searched everywhere but just couldn't find it.  That prayer has been on my lips many times during that time period.
This morning, getting ready for 6:30 Mass, I decided to wear a necklace and in a tangle of pearls and chains and beads, was my chain.  In a place I never would have put it, how did it get there, only Tony knows.  I thanked God - and St. Anthony - many times this morning and couldn't help but think it was a blessing for how I've been feeling the last couple of days.
When I started this blog, I didn't intend to write everyday, but yesterday, I was still the age I am but barely "holding on".  Finding my most favorite chain has restored not only something I cherish but my good nature.  When I stood on the back sidewalk before going into the garage this morning, I noticed the sky, not black but navy blue and dotted with morning stars and I thought:  "This is going to be a good day".  Aren't we creatures an interesting lot, one day dragging along and the next day, because of a small incident, we are once again feeling the goodness of God.  The best part is that He was here both days.  God bless!!