The Lost is Found

The Lost is Found

In preparation for a talk on my book Hard Times in the Heartland last weekend at the Kimberling City, Missouri Library, Meet the Author Festival, I needed to find  the letters my  dad wrote to Mom and I during WW II. I hunted from the attic to the basement. The longer I looked the more frustrated I became. Had I thrown them away by accident when everything was in total disarray when my house received a new update last year? To see that post go here:

Finally, I prayed and asked the Lord to help me find them. I mentioned my dilemma to a friend.

“Oh, pray to St. Anthony. He’ll find them for you.”

I replied, “Well, I’ve already prayed to Jesus. I’m just waiting to hear what He has to say.”

“I’m telling you. St. Anthony is the man.”

As I prayed again to Jesus I felt that I should “Look deeper.” Hmmm. Deeper. What did that mean, exactly?

Going to the basement I surveyed each stack of boxes. In the north-west corner I removed each box from the collection. There, in the bottom box, I found the treasure I’d prayed for.

I’m so glad nothing escapes my Lord’s notice, even when my ageing brain forgets.


My newest book, The Road Home, an account of my husband’s lung cancer and God’s faithfulness to widows, is now available in paperback and eReader on Hard Times in the Heartland and all my books books are available here.

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