I feel really bad


I promised the Holy Whapsters that I'd help them along with their new Liturgical effort. They had a wish for a silk brocade, and I had enough money to grant them their wish. I had the money, but now I've seemed to have misplaced the envelope.

Please pray to the guy who hangs out above my blog. His name is St. Anthony of Padua, and he's the patron of lost things.

Holy Saint Anthony, gentle and powerful in your help, your love for God and charity for His creatures, made you worthy, when on earth, to possess miraculous powers. Miracles waited on your word, which you were always ready to request for those in trouble or anxiety. Encouraged by this thought, I implore you to obtain for me [request]. The answer to my prayer may require a miracle. Even so, you are the Saint of miracles. Gentle and loving Saint Anthony, whose heart is ever full of human sympathy, take my petition to the Infant Savior for whom you have such a great love, and the gratitude of my heart will ever be yours. Amen

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