I am sending a small favour that Pedro granted me:
When my mother died, in June 2018, I inherited, among other things, a rather discreet gold link bracelet that I kept so that I would have some memory of her. I was grateful for it thinking that in due course it would end up like the others, remoulded into a sacred vessel.
As I have quite narrow wrists, I had to remove one  link because I was in danger of losing the bracelet. The gold from that link was used to set some stones from a set of earrings and pendant, in the feastday chalice of my Centre.
I wear the bracelet on feasts, and I hardly ever take it out of the house.
Last Christmas, on one of the bigger feasts, halfway through the morning I realised that I wasn't wearing it. I looked to see if I had taken it off, but it wasn't in its place in my wardrobe. I was reassured, because I hadn't gone out of the house. Could it have fallen in a rubbish bag, in a dustbin? I looked, it wasn't there.
As I now didn't know where to look for it, I told Pedro, to whom I often go because I like him, that if I found it I would make a novena of thanksgiving, I would write it down. And to strengthen my petition, I added: “You know that its final destination is for sacred vessels, and it would be a pity if it ended up anywhere else.”
While I was thinking about this, I went up to the catering area where I work. The bracelet was on the floor next to a piece of furniture! It is a very busy place, but nobody had seen it before.
As is natural, that same day I started the novena of thanksgiving. I have taken the bracelet to be fixed so that the bracelet buckle does not fail again.
Thank you Pedro. You will be with Mum enjoying this ‘happy’ event. But I still haven't got over my fright.
RMBC (Barcelona, Spain)
15 March 2025

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