March 15, 1955
Dear Diary,
It's a drizzly day outside, but Sister Marie Claire and I are nestled warmly in our secret nook—our very own "interior castle" after the morning meal. Our snug little retreat in the wagon and under the tent, now officially dubbed 'The Inner Court' thanks to a charming sign Tom crafted, feels all the more special. Returning from town yesterday to find it perched above our tent's entrance was a delightful surprise, one that's imbued our hideaway with the essence of the prayer book it's named after.
In the stillness of our sanctuary, today's prayer from the Inner Court book resonated deeply within me:
"Lord, I have loved the beauty of thine house, and the place of the dwelling of thy glory."
Such words echo the reverence I hold for this humble yet heavenly spot we're lucky to call ours, if only for a while.
As I pen down these thoughts, my mind dances back to the bustle of yesterday's town visit—the vivid vignettes of daily life, the alluring window displays beckoning the promise of spring. And amidst all that wonder, I’m planning to share more recipes in my diary. My thoughts often wander to the savory delight of Maid Rite Loose Meat sandwiches. Perhaps, I muse, new friend Ginger from the Maid Rite could be persuaded to part with that coveted recipe?
Reflecting on these musings feels like weaving dreams with threads of reality—a blend of wonder, hope, and the savory anticipation of friendships yet to be deepened.
With a heart full of today's prayers and tomorrow's possibilities,
Kathy
Dear Diary,
It's a drizzly day outside, but Sister Marie Claire and I are nestled warmly in our secret nook—our very own "interior castle" after the morning meal. Our snug little retreat in the wagon and under the tent, now officially dubbed 'The Inner Court' thanks to a charming sign Tom crafted, feels all the more special. Returning from town yesterday to find it perched above our tent's entrance was a delightful surprise, one that's imbued our hideaway with the essence of the prayer book it's named after.
In the stillness of our sanctuary, today's prayer from the Inner Court book resonated deeply within me:
"Lord, I have loved the beauty of thine house, and the place of the dwelling of thy glory."
Such words echo the reverence I hold for this humble yet heavenly spot we're lucky to call ours, if only for a while.
As I pen down these thoughts, my mind dances back to the bustle of yesterday's town visit—the vivid vignettes of daily life, the alluring window displays beckoning the promise of spring. And amidst all that wonder, I’m planning to share more recipes in my diary. My thoughts often wander to the savory delight of Maid Rite Loose Meat sandwiches. Perhaps, I muse, new friend Ginger from the Maid Rite could be persuaded to part with that coveted recipe?
Reflecting on these musings feels like weaving dreams with threads of reality—a blend of wonder, hope, and the savory anticipation of friendships yet to be deepened.
With a heart full of today's prayers and tomorrow's possibilities,
Kathy
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