Man, picking Tiny Saints felt like hunting for marbles in a dark room at first. Just slapped “how to pick Tiny Saints” into Google and bam – hundreds of them grinning back at me from the screen. Overwhelmed? Yeah, big time.
The Overload Phase
Dove into reviews headfirst. Scrolled till my thumb hurt. Every blog said the same stuff – “pick ones you connect with” or “choose your favorite saints.” Like, duh? That ain’t helpin’ when St. Anthony and St. Francis are both staring you down.
Drove over to the local religious store. Saw they had a whole wall display. Tiny Saints everywhere – colors, shapes, so many eyes. Started grabbing random ones. St. Luke? Sure. St. Cecilia? Why not. Ended up with five in my palm feeling absolutely zero connection. Felt like picking Pokemon cards blindfolded.
The Lightbulb Moment
Sat in my car empty-handed, kinda mad. Then it hit me: maybe stop treating this like homework. Pulled out my phone and just searched “what saints help with ____” for stuff actually messing with my life lately.
- Patience? Gone after traffic – looked up “saint for patience.” Boom, St. Monica.
- Work stress eating me alive? Found St. Joseph the Worker.
- That weird cough the kids brought home? St. Blaise popped up.
Went back inside, hunted specifically for those three. Weighed ’em in my hand. Actually read the little cards clipped to the back. Monica’s story about dealing with her wild son? Felt relevant. Joseph holding tools? My garage project flashed in my head. That’s the click.
How It Actually Worked
Bought Monica and Joseph. Skipped Blaise ’cause the vibe wasn’t there. Slapped ‘em on my keys. Funny thing? Every dang time I grab my keys now, I see Monica’s face and remember to breathe before yelling at slow drivers. Joseph’s there when I’m cursing at busted lawnmowers. Didn’t need a prayer book – just seeing ’em jogs my brain.
Point is, forget the pressure. Scrap the “perfect saint” nonsense. Find the ones linked to your actual chaos. Your crappy week? There’s probably a tiny plastic pal for that. Just pick the stuff that makes you nod like “yep, felt that”. Rest is just noise.
