If you’ve visited my house in the last 13 years and you’re missing Our Lady of Guadalupe, let me know. Because I just found her. Let me clarify. I did not find Our Lady herself, but rather a small laminated card bearing her image and worth 500 days indulgence.
I have no idea when she wedged herself deep into the crevice between the chair seat and arm, far past where any vacuum cleaner upholstery tool could reach. I wasn’t even looking for her when I found her. My husband and I were about to hang a picture on our living room wall. Unbeknownst to me, he’d placed a small nail on top of the framed glass and balanced the picture on the arm of our 13-year-old upholstered chair. When I lifted up the picture, I tipped it slightly, sending the small nail flying. I thought it might have landed on the chair, so I began my deep search — and found Our Lady.
They say the Blessed Virgin appears to believers in various eras and locations. Not sure that applies when you’re more of a doubter and you find a holy card in an old chair. Call it iconic or maybe ironic, but Our Lady of Guadalupe appeared in my Iowa living room only a few weeks before her Feast Day, which arrives December 12.
Our Lady was lost and I found her, only because I wasn’t looking for her. But isn’t that how it goes with faith and doubt? When you search for one thing, you often find something else.
I never did find that nail.