Dear Diary

 
Dear Diary,

 

As dusk settles, my thoughts tenderly wrap around the image of St. Boniface Church, a symbol of my formative years spent in its nurturing shadow, a sanctum where both faith and education flourished within its adjoining school. Here, in the sanctity of the Inner Court Retreat, the memory of my alma mater intertwines with the hope of sacred vows I yearn to one day exchange before its altar.

In the companionship of Sister Mary Claire, who returns from a day of tending to the lifeblood of the farm with Judy and Tom, we find solace and kindred spirits in each other's presence. Our shared reflections are a testament to the growth that sprouted from the very grounds of St. Boniface, where seeds of devotion were sown.

My heart wanders through the nave and aisles of the church where I grew up, and with every imagined step down its aisle as a bride, the future seems to unfold in divine whispers. It is a future rich with the same love and community that have cradled me since childhood, promising that the next chapter will be as steeped in grace as the last.

As the evening retreat envelops us, Sister Mary Claire and I dwell in the peace of the Resurrection’s promise. With spirits lifted high, we echo the profound truth that our present momentary trials are not worth comparing with the glory that will be revealed.

Forever cherishing my roots and dreaming of what’s to come, Kathy