Someone to watch over you?

My mother always prayed to St Anthony to help her finds things she lost. He did. Now I do the same as my mum. Never fails.

Interestingly my mother always used to pray to St Anthony too and she said it always worked!

I also talk to my late Grandmother. I loved her so much and think about her every day. If anyone is looking over me, it is she.

I talk to my late Grandma who I was deprived of in life by my Mother who hated her. I ask her to say a prayer for me.

I talk to my late mother and ask for help for anyone in trouble in the family. Never hear her speak but things always work out better than expected. Coincidence or divine help I don't know. I just have an open mind on it, and it gives me comfort to talk to her.

Only MrA that I know of.

I ruddy well hope not, the very idea freaks me out

Oh, I hope not. My poor mother had enough on her plate when she was alive, to worry about me and my little foibles. I miss her dreadfully and would love to see her again. I remember a friend telling me about her brother in law who died, crying for his mum. And her husband who was always on the fence about the afterlife, said it had convinced him there was no way their mum would have ignored him in his agony. Those words stuck with me. I'd rather the dead were in peace.

Funny things do happen which often can't be explained, but not guardian angels. They certainly have been AWOL in the last few weeks with terrible things happening to very innocent people. And that can't be explained away.

Great post .
When I was going through divorce I woke up to find a Pirate standing at the end of My bed looking sideways on with finger on face as though thinking …I closed Ny eyes and counted to ten then opened them to see he had gone .
Another time I awoke to find an old lady looking over Me with a smile on her face .🙂

Yes, Jesus.

The only person who watches out for me is me.

It’s my maternal grandfather , a chicken I saved the life of and my old beautiful cat ! 🐈‍⬛😀

Like others, too many strange things have happened especially around my father. Someone was definitely looking after him, because somehow things always turned out okay for him. I have found the same, you don't always understand why something happens but later on it becomes clear.

A few years ago I asked mum to get a copy of my birth certificate for me, it's a standing family joke that the registrar insisted to mum that she had had a boy called James and not a girl, I suppose the writing caused the confusion. Mum passed 3 years ago and we recently stayed in a hotel for my daughter's graduation, we went down to breakfast and gave our room number and the receptionist said 'oh yes, James' I knew then mum was with us xx

Oh yes. I believe in God .

I am a big St Anthony fan. He is brilliant, even finds parking spaces.

Yes

True story.

My mum was only 4'10 and had very small little fingers. When she died year ago I had her wedding ring, a little gold one.

My hands and fingers are quite big because of rheumatoid and osteoarthritis and could only wear it on the little finger of my left hand.

One day I realized it was missing! I panicked and searched everywhere in my flat, basically turning the place upside down, texted my work's boss to see if it had been found and handed in, I checked the bathroom and shower unit, lifting up the shower floor mat, everything. I checked outside, still nothing. I was very angry with myself for losing it and sent an apology to mum.

Several weeks later one morning before work I was in the shower and felt something lumpy under the mat. I took it up and there was the ring .... even though it was definitely NOT there when I checked beforehand!

As I stood there clutching it in amazement I actually heard mum's voice say ''you found it then?!''

As soon as I was out of the shower I plonked it straight in my jewellery box, safe and sound!

Sometimes I do, and strangely enough a smell made me convinced several years ago.
I started smelling nicotine in my house as if someone has been smoking.
I thought it was a sign either my late mother or late sister both heavy smokers were trying to contact me.
Shortly afterwards I was diagnosed with cancer. Thankfully treatment was very successful.

It is interesting that the OP said about the smell of lavender. When I drove home after my mother's funeral, there was an overwhelming smell of flowers - so much so that I turned round to look in the back seat to see if I had brought any of the funeral flowers home with me, which of course I hadn't. Also when I put on the radio the first song which was playing was Brahms Lullaby which I had chosen to be played at the crematorium. I don't particularly think my mother watches over me, but I like to think angels are there for us.

Yes I believe so ❤️

No.

Yes definitely too many extraordinary things have happened to me .

No, I Have only myself at my back, and so it has always been.

However I think there is a very deep relationship between one's deep mind and little mantras, superstitious little actions etcc that mean that uttering them means that the mind recovers deep information.

Having been brought up a catholic, when I lose anything I always appeal to St Anthony, often very successfully because at some deep mind level, thinking or saying the words trips a memory of where something is.