A Little Bit of Saintly Help ...

Yesterday I went to the morning Mass and dropped the kids off at their respective Sunday school classes. Jon stayed home to "clean house".

I get to my seat in the Church and realize that my "offertory" envelope is missing.  So I was a bit unnerved because it has not only my name and address on it but a check inside that also has my name, address and checking account #.  I searched my very large purse (which is why I hate large purses) high and low and could not find it.  So I said a quick little prayer to St. Anthony (Patron Saint of Lost Things) and asked that he help me find this envelope.

So I was unnerved all the way through Mass.  Honestly, I can't even remember what Mass was about exactly because my brain was pre-occupied with the fact that I lost this darn envelope.

The passing of the basket comes and goes and I'm feeling frustrated.  I hate not having something to offer.  I even looked in my purse one last time to make sure I didn't miss a nook or cranny - still came up empty.

At Communion, I walk up to the person who is administering the "Body of Christ" and she hands me my "Host" and then grabs my hand - which made me look into her eyes and she gave me the most calming smile.  She reminded me of my Aunt Helen a bit and it gave me this sense of calm.  No one has ever done that to me while giving me Communion. I go back to my seat and kneel and reflect and pray.

Shortly thereafter, its time to leave.  I waited until the Priest had processed out and I tried to "high tail" it out of Church to collect the kids and get to the car with the hopes that I could find this darn envelope.  As I start walking to the front of the Church, I hear someone shouting "Mrs. Hyman, Mrs. Hyman".  I'm like who knows my name that sat near me?  I turn around and this lady walks up to me and says - "I parked my car next to yours, I noticed your envelope and I picked it up. I dropped it in the basket for you". I've never seen this woman before and there were no cars next to me when I parked my car, nor cars looking to turn into the spots next to me.

I was so grateful for her kindness, but I like to think that St. Anthony had his hands in this one!  Just too odd to think that some random person managed to figure out I was the person that belonged to the envelope.

Thank you St. Anthony once again for helping me find a lost thing!