When My Thoughts Found a Voice
Dear Diary,
Winter has returned. The air outside is sharp and bitter, with temperatures dipping into the single digits. I had to bundle up tight for two quick trips out to the hen house this morning to break the ice in the water pan. The hens looked at me like I was interrupting their dreams.
Father LeRoy had to cancel Mass today—he got an urgent call and had to drive all the way into Des Moines to visit a parishioner who had taken very ill and been admitted to the hospital. We said a prayer for her, and for him, traveling the long road alone on such a cold morning.
So we stayed inside most of the day. The little wood stove kept us warm, and I wrapped up in my striped blanket while Sister Mary Claire made us oatmeal with extra cream.
But the most wonderful part of the day came in the form of a letter—from Vreni! She wrote all the way from Switzerland and included a morning prayer from her German prayer book, carefully translated just for me. I copied it straight into my diary and made a little resolution in my heart to pray it each morning and night.
It reads:
I will begin and end each day with Jesus and Mary in my heart. I imagine turning to Jesus and feeling His gentle and loving spirit all around me. It’s like He is quietly asking me to follow Him, to stay close.
And then there is Mary, so kind and motherly, always ready to help me bring my thoughts back to Jesus. I think she wants me to make my daily prayers and devotions part of my life—something I never omit.
If I can do this every day, maybe my heart will feel a little more like theirs—full of love and peace.
Sister said it was one of the loveliest things she’s ever read.
Later in the afternoon, she and I said the Rosary together. Mini, not one to be left out, joined in by grabbing her squeaky rubber ball—which she thinks is a rosary bead, and who am I to correct her?
After that, I snuggled under the quilt and must’ve drifted off with my diary still open beside me. When I woke up, my pencil was tucked under my arm and the page still held Vreni’s prayer. I think I’ll end my day there too, just like I started.
Love,
Kathy
Kathy