Dear Diary,
Tuesday, April 23, 1955
This morning was touched by divine light as Sister Mary Claire and I woke at dawn to attend Holy Mass at St. Ambrose Cathedral in Des Moines. The homily deeply moved me, revolving around the doubt of Thomas—a theme that mirrors the uncertainties often clouding my own heart. As the priest unfolded the scripture, I found myself silently praying, yearning for the strength to emulate those who love Him, Oh Highest Good, with all their hearts. In my prayer, I beseeched help to dispel the shadows of doubt, to embrace an unreserved surrender to divine providence, finding peace and happiness in faithful certainty.
The afternoon brought a delightful respite with Tom and Judy. Over a beautiful lunch that nourished both body and spirit, we shared laughs and light-hearted stories. Later, inspired by the morning's reflections, I retreated to my desk to pour my revived spirit into "Catholic Crusoe's Chapter 3."
As dusk fell, Sister Mary Claire and I retreated to the Inner Court—a sanctuary of our shared solace. There, enveloped by the soft glow of candlelight, we lifted our hearts in prayer. I whispered a humble petition for the night:
Heavenly Father, as we rest under Your watchful eyes, shelter us in Your peace. Help us carry today's lessons into our dreams, that even in sleep, our hearts may continue to seek Your truth and light. Amen.
Tucked in the warmth of our quilts, I feel the serene embrace of a day well-spent and a night promising peaceful slumber under His gaze.
Goodnight, dear diary.
Kathy
Tuesday, April 23, 1955
This morning was touched by divine light as Sister Mary Claire and I woke at dawn to attend Holy Mass at St. Ambrose Cathedral in Des Moines. The homily deeply moved me, revolving around the doubt of Thomas—a theme that mirrors the uncertainties often clouding my own heart. As the priest unfolded the scripture, I found myself silently praying, yearning for the strength to emulate those who love Him, Oh Highest Good, with all their hearts. In my prayer, I beseeched help to dispel the shadows of doubt, to embrace an unreserved surrender to divine providence, finding peace and happiness in faithful certainty.
The afternoon brought a delightful respite with Tom and Judy. Over a beautiful lunch that nourished both body and spirit, we shared laughs and light-hearted stories. Later, inspired by the morning's reflections, I retreated to my desk to pour my revived spirit into "Catholic Crusoe's Chapter 3."
As dusk fell, Sister Mary Claire and I retreated to the Inner Court—a sanctuary of our shared solace. There, enveloped by the soft glow of candlelight, we lifted our hearts in prayer. I whispered a humble petition for the night:
Heavenly Father, as we rest under Your watchful eyes, shelter us in Your peace. Help us carry today's lessons into our dreams, that even in sleep, our hearts may continue to seek Your truth and light. Amen.
Tucked in the warmth of our quilts, I feel the serene embrace of a day well-spent and a night promising peaceful slumber under His gaze.
Goodnight, dear diary.
Kathy
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