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Dear Diary,
Today, Sister Mary Claire and I felt the spirit of the Apostles as we sat in the pews of St. Ambrose, contemplating how Jesus appeared to Thomas and the others, infusing their doubt with faith. The homily was a reminder that even in uncertainty, faith can flourish, a message that wrapped around us like a warm shawl.
This evening was special, too. We took our spirited Mini to play with other corgis at the dog park. She's learning to mingle, her little tail wagging a rhythm of joy. The laughter and barks were like music, a hymn to the simple pleasures that God grants His creatures.
As the day closed, Sister Mary Claire and I retreated to our Inner Court prayer wagon, a sanctuary on wheels where the outside world fades away, and the divine feels closer. Nestled under our patchwork quilts, we whispered an evening prayer, asking the Lord to wrap us in His grace:
"Dear Lord of Tender Mercies, As the night curtains the day, we, your humble servants, thank You for the gift of faith that dispels doubt, much like Your presence did for Thomas. In the warmth of our quilts, under Your watchful stars, we ask You to bless our rest, infuse our dreams with Your love, and keep our spirit entwined with Yours. Amen."
With these words, peace settled in our hearts, the same peace that Jesus offered His disciples, a peace that we carry through the night until we wake to Your new mercies. Goodnight, dear Diary, until we meet in the morning light.
Always, Kathy
Today, Sister Mary Claire and I felt the spirit of the Apostles as we sat in the pews of St. Ambrose, contemplating how Jesus appeared to Thomas and the others, infusing their doubt with faith. The homily was a reminder that even in uncertainty, faith can flourish, a message that wrapped around us like a warm shawl.
This evening was special, too. We took our spirited Mini to play with other corgis at the dog park. She's learning to mingle, her little tail wagging a rhythm of joy. The laughter and barks were like music, a hymn to the simple pleasures that God grants His creatures.
As the day closed, Sister Mary Claire and I retreated to our Inner Court prayer wagon, a sanctuary on wheels where the outside world fades away, and the divine feels closer. Nestled under our patchwork quilts, we whispered an evening prayer, asking the Lord to wrap us in His grace:
"Dear Lord of Tender Mercies, As the night curtains the day, we, your humble servants, thank You for the gift of faith that dispels doubt, much like Your presence did for Thomas. In the warmth of our quilts, under Your watchful stars, we ask You to bless our rest, infuse our dreams with Your love, and keep our spirit entwined with Yours. Amen."
With these words, peace settled in our hearts, the same peace that Jesus offered His disciples, a peace that we carry through the night until we wake to Your new mercies. Goodnight, dear Diary, until we meet in the morning light.
Always, Kathy
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