Lost and found

For a week I have had St. Anthony on loan from my church and now it is time to bring him back. Tomorrow morning, I have to remove him from the sun room and bring him back so he can go to his next home, which is with Steve from the choir and his wife, Trish.

I wish I could have St. Anthony for another week!

Last year I got away with that but this year I cannot, alas and alack.

Every year there are three statues of St. Anthony from our church that go on the road. We get to keep him in turns for one week each, and this all rolls on until the Feast of St. Anthony, which is June 13.

I feel St. Anthony has brought blessings on my house. The very first day he was here he found several things that were lost! Well, I believe he found them. Unfortunately he was not able to find the hour we lost for Daylight Savings Time. That hour stays lost until next fall!

Above is St. Anthony dwarfing my statue of Our Lady of Victory. They occupy a makeshift altar on a radiator in my sun room. I feel like such a dork, writing this! If you have a Buddhist or Hindu altar that is cool but if you have a Catholic altar, you sound like some 95-year-old Italian woman.

Between St. Anthony and Our Lady of Victory, if you look sharp, you may spot a Candle-Lite Cinnamon Pecan Swirl candle. It is my favorite and so I keep one in this sacred space. I should put a Pennario record out there too! Nothing but the best.

St. Anthony has such a sweet face on that statue. It is easy to forget he died at only 36.

I hate to lose him!