Today I realized I lost my keys. We tore the entire house apart with no luck and then headed to every last location I visited yesterday. No luck anywhere. It was suggested by more than one friend that I pray to Saint Anthony, Patron Saint of Lost Things:
Dear St. Anthony look around, whatever is lost, may it be found.
Now, I am not Catholic, so praying to the Saints is something I have never done, but I just married into a partially Irish Catholic family, so why not?
As soon as we arrived home from searching all the locations AND making a set of spare keys to the house, I felt like I needed to check once again in our spare bedroom. Sure enough, in plain sight, sitting atop the dresser were my keys. Astonishing. Thank you Saint Anthony. I will never doubt you. EVER.
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