St. Anthony!

I'm sure all you ladies are familiar with St. Anthony and his "superpower" to locate lost things. Before yesterday I've only once or twice called upon him, but it wasn't about anything superimportant, and when I found the thing I had been looking for, I didn't necessarily attribute that to his intervention.

However...

Starting Monday morning I was looking for my social security card. Such a little piece of paper for how important it is... I could not find it. As in every military household, I've been handcarrying certain files whereever we went, and I was 100% sure that I had it during our last move. But it wasn't where it was supposed to be. That was odd. Then I looked in places where it could possibly be. And it wasn't there either. Then I grew desperate and moved every piece of paper in our "office", in the junk drawer, and whereever I found a stack of paper. Maybe it had slipped out and under something? Nothing.

The good thing is that I have now an almost perfectly organized library/office. I tossed two trashbags full of stuff in the process (double-checking everything lest I accidentally throw out the card!). The bad thing was, I still hadn't found the card. Now, I imagine it's not impossible to get a duplicate. After all, I can not possibly be the only person in the country who loses her card. Right? RIGHT? But I knew it would take quite some time, and time I do not have. Because I am a procrastinator. And so I only have days left to acquire a new driver's license, and for that I need my social security card.

So I started praying to St. Anthony. And with praying to I mean asking for his intercession, of course. About two thirds through the pile of everything fileable in my house, I got the distinct feeling: "You are getting close!" Five more things to flip through, and... FOUND IT! Tucked into my daughter's passport. I have no idea how it got there. All I know is: Thank you, thank you, thank you, St. Anthony, for guiding me to it!

Although I hope I don't need to use it in the future, my friend told me a little rhyme she had learned to envoke St. Anthony's graces.

Tony, Tony, turn around
something's lost that must be found