Dear Diary,
Today's morning greeted Sister Mary Claire and me with a serene hush, as we attended early Mass at St. Ambrose in the heart of Des Moines. The church, a sanctuary of peace, was where we whispered our first prayers of the day. But the real surprise was yet to come. After Mass, Sister Mary Claire led me on a mysterious drive, her eyes gleaming with secrets she was eager to share.
As we arrived, I saw a quaint little cafe, its sign reading 'Ginger's Coffee,' a new blossom in our town's garden. Sister Mary Claire's surprise unfolded like a gift; our friend Ginger had spread her wings to open her very own business. The cafe was a tapestry of warmth, with scents of fresh coffee and cinnamon playfully dancing in the air. Ginger greeted us with her sunlit smile, and we knew this place was her dream woven into reality.
Breakfast was a melody of home-cooked flavors, but it was Ginger's specialty, the rhubarb pie, that had our hearts singing. Each bite was a sweet reminder of the labors in our garden and the joy of the harvest. This little slice of heaven, kissed with the essence of our own rhubarb, made the morning unforgettable.
As the day drew to a close, Sister Mary Claire and I retreated to our Inner Court trailer. The tranquility of the evening was the perfect canvas for our prayers. And here, dear diary, is where I record our prayer, a whisper into the twilight:
"Dearest Lord, in the quiet of this evening, we offer you our day, the joy of friendship, and the sweetness of community. May the seeds of kindness that have been sown today blossom into a garden of grace in our hearts and in the hearts of all we meet. Amen."
With these words, our day was gently cradled into the arms of night, ready to rest until the dawn of tomorrow's adventures.
Goodnight, dear diary.
Kathy
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