May 28, 1955

May 28, 1955

Dear Diary,

Today was another great day in Iowa, bright and sunny, just perfect for a day filled with grace and chores. This morning, Sister Mary Claire and I went to Holy Mass at St. Mary's - a short walk, where Father LeRoy shared a beautiful homily about the Simplicity of God. He explained how everything about God is straightforward and truthful—there’s no duplicity in His words or actions. Father LeRoy reminded us that what God promises, He will surely perform, and His threats are not just for effect; they are literally true. He spoke about how God detests hypocrisy and double-dealing, emphasizing that God demands perfect candor, simplicity, and consistency from us in our dealings with Him, ourselves, and our neighbors.

As I listened, I pondered how I might better embrace this simplicity in my own life. It's clear that living a life of truth and straightforwardness is not just pleasing to God but also makes our paths clearer and our choices more profound. This reflection stayed with me as we returned home to the farm.

The afternoon was as fulfilling as the morning, busy with farm chores and some time in the garden. The fresh air and the dirt under my nails felt just right. I also managed to steal some time to finish chapter 9 of Catholic Crusoe, which is getting more exciting by the page!

As the day drew to a close, Sister Mary Claire and I gathered in the Inner Court Prayer wagon. Surrounded by the dimming light, we shared an evening prayer, asking God to help us live our lives with the simplicity and honesty He desires. We prayed:

"Dear Lord, as the day folds into the night, we thank You for the lessons learned and the peace found in Your simple truth. Help us to mirror Your straightforwardness and truth in all our thoughts, words, and actions. Let us not be of double heart, nor turn aside into crooked ways. Strengthen our hearts to be steadfast in Your light and grace, avoiding all deceit and embracing the simplicity of Your ways. Amen."

Thank you, dear diary, for being a companion to my thoughts and a witness to this simple, yet profound journey.

Goodnight, Kathy

May 27, 1955

May 27, 1955

Dear Diary,

Today was another enchanting day as Sister Mary Claire and I ventured back to the magnificent glacial rock that she showed me yesterday. Each visit seems to unfold new layers of wonder and awe in my heart. The rock, so ancient and enduring, whispers stories of the world's creation, echoing through time. Sister let me read more from the book she gave me, and I am utterly captivated by the discussions on creation and how everything connects back to the very beginning of time.

As we sat near the rock, Sister explained more about how the world itself proclaims the existence of God, not just through divine revelation, but through the natural order itself. "For by the greatness of the beauty and of the creature, the Creator of them may be seen so as to be known thereby" (Wisd. xiii. 5), she read aloud. It’s mesmerizing to think about how the immensity, splendor, and perfect order of the universe all point to a Creator of infinite wisdom, power, and goodness.

This evening, back at the Inner Court prayer wagon, we said a special prayer, filled with gratitude and wonder for the natural world around us. Here is the prayer we shared:

Evening Prayer from the Inner Court Prayer Wagon:

Heavenly Father, Creator of all, In the quiet of this evening, we sit in awe of Your magnificent creation. From the vast skies to the ancient rocks, Each element of nature tells the story of Your greatness. Help us to see Your hand in every detail, From the grandest mountain to the smallest grain of sand. May our hearts always be open to the lessons of Your creation, Teaching us about Your infinite power, wisdom, and love. Guide us to walk gently upon this earth, Cherishing and protecting the wonders You have entrusted to us. Amen.

What a privilege it is to explore these profound truths and to have such serene moments of reflection with Sister Mary Claire. Every day spent in her company brings me closer to understanding the depths of our faith and the marvels of our world.

With a heart full of peace, Kathy

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May 26, 1955

 
Dear Diary,

Sister Mary Claire and I awoke this morning, greeted by the gentle light filtering through the curtains. The weight of yesterday's conversation still hung heavy on my mind like that stubborn boulder refusing to budge. In her infinite wisdom, Sister Mary Claire handed me a book on the creation of the world, a gesture both comforting and profound.

As I delved into its pages, I marveled at the intricate beauty of creation, each word a testament to God's boundless power and wisdom. It reminded me once again of the undeniable truth: God exists. His presence permeates every corner of our existence, grounding us in hope and purpose.

After Holy Mass, Sister and I ventured into town to Ginger's bustling cafe. The aroma of freshly brewed coffee and warm pastries enveloped us as we settled in. Ginger's smile radiated happiness, though she lamented the absence of rhubarb for her pies. A minor setback, easily remedied.

In the tranquility of the night, Sister Mary Claire and I retreated to the Inner Court prayer wagon. There, surrounded by the hushed whispers of our petitions, I offered a prayer of gratitude. Gratitude for the revelation of God's existence, a truth that sustains us through trials and triumphs alike. May His presence guide our steps and illuminate our path always.

Yours in faith, Kathy

Prayer: Oh Lord, Creator of all things, Thank you for the gift of your existence, A truth that anchors our souls in hope. Guide us in your ways, So that we may live for your glory, And find strength in your eternal presence. Amen.

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May 25, 1955

Dear Diary,

Yesterday, our visit to the glacial rock was truly inspiring. Sister Mary Claire told me she knew of an even larger one nearby, which made me think deeply about God and His creation. As I stood by the rock, I couldn't help but marvel at how everything God created has a purpose.

This rock, with its immense presence and timeless nature, led me to reflect on God, time, and the divine plan. Sister Mary Claire shared a wise thought: "All men are vain in whom there is not the knowledge of God" (Wisd. xiii. 1). She explained that ignorance and a lack of reflection on divine things are major sources of anxiety, doubt, discontent, and sin in the world. "With desolation is all the land made desolate, because there is none that considereth in his heart" (Jer. xii. 11).

We need to continually think about the great truths God has revealed, not just learn them once and forget. This rock reminded me of the importance of keeping God's wisdom in my heart and constantly reflecting on His creation and purpose. It’s a call to be mindful and to see the divine in everything around us.

From the Inner Court wagon, I offer this prayer:

Dear Lord, open my heart to Your wisdom and grace. Help me to see Your hand in all of creation and to reflect on Your divine truths each day. Guide me to live with purpose, always mindful of Your presence. Amen.

Love, Kathy

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May 24, 1955

May 24, 1955

Dear Diary,

Today was a special day. Sister Mary Claire and I had the day off and decided to take a little road trip. Along the way, we saw this huge rock in the cornfield and couldn't resist stopping to take a closer look. A friendly farmer was fixing the fence nearby and kindly offered to take our picture with my sister's new Rolleiflex camera. I sure hope it turns out well!

My sister explained that rocks like these appear on the Iowa landscape because they were pushed down thousands of years ago from Canada by massive glaciers, which were over a mile tall. When the glaciers melted, they left behind these giant rocks. Sister Mary Claire hoped the farmer would leave the rock where it was, as a testament to time and creation from so long ago.

She also shared with me that the days of creation are not the days of men, but of Him who is eternal, and to whom ages are as minutes. This incalculable duration is a testimony to the infinity of His life. The days of creation are not marked by successive periods but overlap and run into one another. Sister reminded me that this rock, even though it had been sitting there for perhaps 10,000 years, was only a very recent addition in the grand scheme of geological history. She told me that Iowa was once under a vast ocean, which made me think about how amazing and ancient God's creation truly is.

We ended the evening back home with Tom and Judy. Judy had made this wonderful chicken pot pie, which was absolutely delicious. After dinner, my sister and I retired to the Inner Court wagon. I wrote this little prayer, and we said it together:

Dear Jesus, thank You for the beauty and wonder of Your creation that we experienced today. Help us to always appreciate the marvels of Your world and the wisdom of Your eternal plan. May we remember that everything in this world, no matter how ancient, is a part of Your grand design. Keep us mindful of Your presence in all things and guide us to live our lives in gratitude and reverence. Amen.

Love,
Kathy

May 23, 1955

May 23, 1955 

Dear Diary, 

This morning, Sister Mary Claire and I walked through the cornfield to St. Mary's Catholic Church. The air was fresh, and the corn was getting taller, making a rustling sound. It was a peaceful walk, and I felt close to God. 

At Holy Mass, Father LeRoy spoke about the gift of understanding from the Holy Spirit. He explained how this gift helps us see things clearly, understand God's will, and recognize His presence. His words touched my heart. 

Father LeRoy also shared a beautiful affection: 

"Holy Spirit, be my Teacher. Speak to my mind and heart. Guide and direct me. Help me listen to You in quiet moments. Let me see God's goodness and understand that challenges can help my soul. Show me that the cross brings salvation and sweetness. Come, Father of the poor, giver of grace, and Light of hearts." 

I made a resolution: I will utilize the counsels and admonitions of the Holy Ghost for my salvation. My spiritual bouquet is: I will hear the Lord God speak to my soul. 

In the evening, Sister Mary Claire and I spent time in the Inner Court prayer wagon, praying and reflecting on the day's lessons. It was a special time, filled with peace and God's presence. 

Before bed, I prayed: 

"Dear Lord, thank You for the gift of understanding. Help me to always listen to Your Holy Spirit and follow His guidance. May I recognize Your goodness and find strength in the cross. Amen." 

Goodnight, Diary. 

With love, 
Kathy

May 22, 1955

Dear Diary,

This morning, Sister Mary Claire and I cut through the cornfield to go to church. It's amazing how fast the corn grows with all the moisture and good weather we've been having. The fields look so green and vibrant, a testament to the blessings we have here.

Father LeRoy gave a beautiful homily about the gift of knowledge. He explained that through this gift, the Holy Spirit imparts to us a supernatural light, helping us see the absolute nothingness and harmful effects of what the world loves and admires. As I looked around at our surroundings, I felt grateful for the simple and beautiful life we live here. The fields, the sky, and the church all remind me of the goodness of God and the blessings we receive daily.

I am thankful for this little spot of earth where Sister Mary Claire and I have been planted. It's a place where we can grow in faith and love, giving our hearts fully to Jesus. In the evening, we gathered in the Inner Court prayer wagon to end our day in prayer and reflection.

Evening Prayer

Dear Jesus, thank You for this beautiful place where we live. Thank You for the growing cornfields, the fresh air, and the peaceful surroundings. I am grateful for Sister Mary Claire and all the wonderful people in our neighborhood. Help us to always give our hearts fully to You and to live in a way that glorifies Your name. Amen.

This day has been filled with reminders of God's love and the beauty of His creation. I am truly blessed to be here.

May 21, 1955

May 21st, 1955 (Tuesday)

Dear Diary

Today, Sister Mary Claire and I went to Holy Mass at St. Mary's and got caught in the rain again. It seems like it's always raining, but at least the farmers have planted most of the corn and many of the soybeans as well.

Father LeRoy's homily was about the gift of fear of the Lord, which he said is the foundation of all other gifts of the Holy Ghost. He explained that fear of evil is the first step on the way to God, helping souls achieve purity of heart, making them pleasing to God. This inspired me to make a daily resolution starting today:

My Resolution:  I will try to avoid the slightest sin and to do all the good I can for my neighbors. 

My Spiritual Bouquet is: "Pierce my heart with thy holy fear, oh my God."

Evening Prayer

Dear Lord, thank You for the guidance of the Holy Spirit. Help me to live with a heart full of reverence and love for You. Pierce my heart with Your holy fear, oh my God. Help me to avoid evil and strive for purity. May my actions be pleasing to You, and may Your holy fear guide me closer to You each day.

In Jesus' name, I pray. 

Amen.

Goodnight, Diary.

Love, Kathy

May 20, 1955

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Dear Diary,

May 20, 1955

This morning, Sister Mary Claire and I walked down the road to St. Mary's for Holy Mass again. Father LeRoy has been giving us so much to think about concerning the Holy Spirit. Today, he shared that the Holy Spirit speaks to us as the guest of our souls. He explained how, after sanctifying us in baptism and again in the sacrament of penance, the Holy Ghost dwells within our hearts. He quoted the astounding words of St. Paul: "Know ye not that you are the temple of God, and that the Spirit of God dwelleth in you?"

It dawned on me that if the Holy Spirit is in my heart, He has a perfect place to live. After all, I've already built my little garden church there, and He must enjoy it. Oh, blessed heart, having the privilege of harboring the third person of the most blessed Trinity! But alas, we so rarely ponder the sublime truth of our faith and know not how to esteem it adequately. Otherwise, how zealous should we be to honor the Holy Ghost worthily, to rejoice Him, to remove whatever is displeasing to Him—in other words, to make the abode of our hearts as agreeable as possible to Him.

Oh my, that's a lot to think about. I've made a resolution: I will frequently thank the Holy Ghost for having chosen my heart as His dwelling place. I will adore Him therein, and be mindful of His presence.

My spiritual bouquet: "Know ye not that we are temples of the Holy Ghost, that the Spirit of God dwelleth in you?"

As I'm writing this, there's a thunder clap and more rain on the roof. We've had nice rain for the last two days, and I'm thankful for it. I'm also deeply thankful for Sister Mary Claire—not only is she my sister, but also my friend and confidant.

Evening Prayer

Dear Holy Ghost, we come before you with hearts full of gratitude. Thank you for choosing our hearts as your dwelling place and for the countless blessings you bestow upon us daily. Help us to always honor and rejoice you, making our hearts agreeable abodes for your presence.

We are thankful for the rain that nourishes the earth and for the comfort it brings as it falls. We are especially grateful for Sister Mary Claire, who is a constant source of love and support. Bless her always.

As we close this day, we ask you to guide our thoughts, words, and actions so that we may always reflect your love and light. May our hearts remain a sacred sanctuary for you.

Amen.

Goodnight, Diary. May the Holy Ghost continue to guide and dwell within us.

Love, Kathy

May 19, 1955

The Sunday Sermon & Iowa Thunderstorm

  

 

  

May 19th, 1955

 

Dear Diary,

Today is Pentecost Sunday, and it began with a thunderous boom in the sky. The rain started to pour, setting the stage for Father LeRoy’s sermon. During Mass, Father LeRoy urged us to use our imagination. In his homily, he asked us to visualize the assembly of the disciples in the upper room.

I closed my eyes and tried to picture the scene. I could see the disciples gathered closely together, their faces glowing with the ardor of their prayers and their hearts raised to heaven. Their voices were soft but filled with intensity as they awaited the fulfillment of the promises of their beloved Master. I imagined the warm, golden light in the room, reflecting their growing desire with each moment.

Father LeRoy asked us to pay particular attention to Mary, the humble Mother of God, the sublime sanctuary of the Holy Spirit. I focused on her serene face, her eyes closed in prayer, and felt a deep connection. This made me remember the Holy Mother at the entrance of the chapel I built in my heart. I made a resolution: "I will be recollected in spirit, attentive to the inspirations of the Holy Ghost, and docile to His divine guidance." As a spiritual bouquet, I prayed, "Come, O Holy Ghost, fill the hearts of Thy faithful and kindle in them the fire of Thy love."

After lunch, Sister Mary Claire and I went into town to get groceries. We listened to Bishop Barron's Pentecost homily in Tom's pickup truck. The thunder and lightning throughout the day seemed to make it a perfect Pentecost.

This evening, Sister Mary Claire and I ended the day in the Inner Court, under our cozy patchwork quilt teepee. As we snuggled together, I felt a deep sense of gratefulness for having my beloved sister with me continually. Her presence is a constant source of comfort and joy, and I cherish every moment we spend together.

Evening Prayer:

Dear Holy Spirit, thank You for filling this day with Your presence and power. As the disciples awaited Your coming with fervent hearts, help me to be attentive to Your inspirations and guidance. May I always carry Jesus, Mary and my little Church retreat in my heart. Thank You especially for the love and closeness of Sister Mary Claire, whose constant attentiveness and care bring me such comfort and joy. Fill me with Your love and let it burn brightly within me. Amen.

Love, Kathy

 

May 18, 1955

Dear Diary,

Tonight, as the sun set and painted the sky with hues of gold and purple, Sister Mary Claire and I walked silently to the vigil Mass. The air was filled with a serene anticipation as Father LeRoy continued his teachings on the Holy Spirit. His words stirred something deep within me, echoing through the chapel of my heart where I envision the old, revered statue of the Blessed Virgin Mary standing gracefully at the entry.

During Mass, a profound resolution formed within me: In union with our Blessed Mother, I will fervently implore the Holy Ghost and prepare my heart by acts of mortification and self-denial. Inspired by the spirit of the evening, I crafted a Spiritual Bouquet in my heart, whispering softly, "Come, Thou Father of the poor, Dispenser of grace, Light of Hearts!"

As the day draws to a close, Sister Mary Claire and I will retire to the Inner Court Wagon, our little haven of peace. There, under the gentle glow of the lantern, we will say this bedtime prayer:

Evening Prayer

Heavenly Father, as night enfolds the world in its quiet, we kneel before You in humble prayer. With hearts longing for Your light, we ask that Your Holy Spirit descend upon us, guiding our thoughts, sanctifying our dreams, and comforting our spirits. Help us to surrender our day with all its joys and trials into Your loving hands, trusting in Your divine providence. May the Blessed Virgin Mary, our mother and guide, watch over us through the night, keeping our hearts ever close to Yours. Fill us with Your peace, and awaken us to a new day filled with Your grace. Amen.

Thank you for this peaceful end to our day, Diary. It's moments like these that truly enrich our journey towards holiness.

Goodnight,

Kathy

May 17th, 1955

May 17, 1955

Dear Diary,

This morning, Sister Mary Claire and I went to early Mass at St. Mary’s. Father LeRoy gave a wonderful homily that touched our hearts. He spoke about preparing our hearts for the day of Pentecost and emphasized the importance of praying always. Father LeRoy encouraged us to use our imaginations to perhaps build a little chapel inside our hearts where we can retreat anytime, day or night, to be close to Jesus.

Inspired by his words, I made a resolution: "I will build a chapel in my heart and heed the inspirations of the Holy Ghost making the sacrifices He requires of me." As a spiritual bouquet, I prayed, "Come, Holy Ghost, fill the hearts of the faithful and kindle in them the fire of Your divine love."

Later in the day, Sister Mary Claire and I retreated to the Inner Court wagon. We ended our day with a quiet prayer together, feeling the warmth and comfort of our sisterly bond. As we drifted off to sleep, nestled in each other’s embrace, I felt a deep sense of peace and closeness to Jesus, knowing that the little chapel in my heart was always there.

Ending Prayer:

Dear Jesus, thank You for the beautiful message from Father LeRoy and the vision of a chapel in our hearts. Help me to carry this sanctuary with me always and find refuge in it throughout my day. May the Holy Ghost guide me and fill me with divine love. Amen.

Love, Kathy

May 16th, 1955

Dear Diary,

May 16, 1955

Today started with a cool breeze, and Sister Mary Claire and I tookour usual walk up to St. Mary's for Holy Mass. It's becoming a lovely routine for us. During Mass, Father LeRoy talked about the sign out in front of our church and the importance of making Little Visits. He encouraged us to visit the St. Mary's outside of Holy Mass because it’s open all the time. He reminded us that if the little red candle is lit, it means the Eucharist is present in the tabernacle.

Father LeRoy said something that really stuck with me: "It is certain that men would not be as unhappy as they are if in all their trials and troubles they went to the Most Holy Sacrament to find a remedy there." This touched me deeply. He explained that Jesus is truly and really present in the Eucharist—His body, blood, soul, and divinity. This means that when we are in front of the tabernacle, we are in the real presence of Jesus Himself. Knowing that He is there, waiting for us to come to Him with our joys and sorrows, gives us great comfort and peace.

Sister Mary Claire and I talked about this on our way home. We felt a deep sense of gratitude for this incredible gift. Later, in the Inner Court prayer wagon, we said a special prayer to increase our faith in the Holy Eucharist.

Here’s the little prayer Sister and I wrote:

"Dear Jesus, increase our faith in Your Holy Eucharist. Help us to remember that You are always with us, truly and really present in Your body, blood, soul, and divinity. May we come to You in our times of trial and trouble, finding peace and comfort in Your presence. Thank You for this amazing gift. Amen."

Good night, Dear Diary readers. May your faith be strengthened and your hearts be filled with peace.


Amen.

May 15, 1955

Dear Diary,

May 15, 1955

Today was a bright and clear day. Sister Mary Claire and I walked to St. Mary's for Holy Mass. Our walk was filled with the fresh scent of spring flowers, and we always enjoy our wonderful talks about faith, family, and our plans for the day. I always cherish these moments with Sister Mary Claire; she has such a gentle way of guiding me and making me feel special.

At Mass, Father LeRoy gave a beautiful homily. He reminded us of Jesus' promise to His disciples that He would send the Holy Ghost to teach them everything they needed to know. The Holy Ghost, Father Leroy said, is the Spirit of love and truth, helping us understand all the lessons Jesus taught. He will continue to guide us forever with His wisdom and inspiration. Father Leroy's words were so comforting, knowing we have such a divine helper always with us.

After the homily, I made a resolution: I will call upon the Holy Ghost with special fervor before every prayer and ask for His help in all my difficulties. To remind myself, I made a little spiritual bouquet: "Come Holy Spirit, fill the hearts of Thy faithful and enkindle in them the fire of Thy love."

This evening, after our day filled with chores and joyful moments, Sister and I retreated to the Inner Court wagon. It's always so peaceful there. We ended the day with quiet reflection and prayer. I made up a special evening prayer to invoke the Holy Spirit:

"Dear Holy Spirit, come into my heart. Fill me with Your love and wisdom. Help me to understand and follow the teachings of Jesus. Guide me through all my troubles and keep me close to You. Amen."

With that prayer, we felt a deep sense of peace and closeness to God. I'm so grateful for this day and for the constant presence of the Holy Spirit in our lives.

Goodnight, dear diary.

Love, Kathy

May 14, 1955

Dear Diary,

Sister Mary Claire and I got up early and walked to Holy Mass at St. Mary's. Father Leroy delivered a nice homily. The part I remember most was when he said, "Come, O Holy Spirit, and create a clean heart within me, a pure and innocent heart which loves Thee alone (Ps 50, 12). Fill me with a lively hatred and detestation of the least sin." His words made me think about how important it is to keep my heart pure and focused on loving God above all else.

The evening was cool, and Sister Mary Claire and I spent it in the prayer wagon after we stoked a little fire in the stove. The warmth from the fire made our time together even more special. 

To end this beautiful day I prayed.

"Dear Lord, thank You for the blessings of today and for Your guidance. Please create in me a clean heart, pure and innocent, that loves You alone. Help me to detest even the smallest sin and to live my life in a way that pleases You. Amen."

Goodnight, dear diary.

With love, Kathy

May 13, 1955

Dear Diary,

As Sister Mary Claire and I walked through the sheep pasture at Living History Farm today, a story from her childhood memories came vividly to her mind, prompted by the peaceful setting and the gentle presence of the grazing sheep. She began to share the tale of three little shepherds from Fatima—Lucy, and her cousins, Francis and Jacinta.

Lucy, a level-headed and upright ten-year-old, carried the strong faith and character of her mother, a woman who deeply valued truth. Jacinta, younger and vivacious, enchanted everyone with her charm and quick intelligence. Francis, although just two years older than Jacinta, often joined in her playful chatter with a brotherly affection that bridged their age gap.

Their story was deeply woven with the rich cultural tapestry of their home, where folk songs and legends were a staple. Lucy's mother, renowned for her storytelling, would recount the sacrifices of Christ and the enduring love that men and women have shown through the ages for Him. These stories cultivated a profound bond among the children, who spent their days in joyous play and quiet contemplation alike.

During our walk, Sister Mary Claire recalled how the trio loved to escape to their favorite spot behind the well in the Santos' garden. Lucy, inheriting her mother’s gift, often narrated stories of Jesus, His Mother, and the Saints. Jacinta, touched by these narratives, would listen with tears in her eyes, pledging, "Poor Lord! I won’t sin anymore. I don’t want Jesus to suffer." Francis would watch over them, his demeanor thoughtful, reflecting a depth influenced by the tales of faith.

Lucy’s first communion had marked a significant moment for her, elevating her in the eyes of her cousins. They looked up to her, eager to share in the heavenly communion and intimate conversations with Jesus that Lucy described.

As the sun began to set over the pasture, Sister Mary Claire's voice softened, and it seemed as if the shadows of those three young saints played among the sheep, reminding us of the purity and devotion that can flourish even in the youngest hearts.

Little Prayer: Dear Lord, guide us to follow in the footsteps of Lucy, Francis, and Jacinta. May their unwavering faith and heartfelt compassion inspire us to live truthfully and love deeply, just as they did. Amen.

Today's story, shared amidst the beauty of nature and the simplicity of the farm, felt like a gentle reminder of the innocence and faith that can profoundly change the world.

With love and reflection, Kathy

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May 11, 1955

Dear Diary,

Today was another blessed Saturday, filled with the grace and anticipation of the upcoming Pentecost. As usual, Sister Mary Claire and I rose early to attend Holy Mass at St. Mary's, where we soaked in the spiritual preparations for this significant feast. Fr. LeRoy delivered a powerful homily, emphasizing that the promise of the Holy Spirit was not just for the Apostles but for every believer who embraces God's divine will and responds to His loving inspirations. He reminded us that "Your Father in Heaven will give the Good Spirit to those that ask Him," a message that resonated deeply as we prepare our hearts for the coming of the Holy Spirit.

In the afternoon, Sister Mary Claire and I made our way into Des Moines to gather groceries for Tom and Judy, making sure they're well-supplied. We also stopped at Ginger's Cafe, where we learned that Ginger was almost out of rhubarb. We promised to bring more next time around, happy to support our friends with these small acts of kindness.

As dusk settled, we nestled into the comfort of our Inner Court prayer wagon, our sanctuary for evening reflections. Wrapped in the serenity of our shared space, we read from the Inner Court prayer book, drawing our day to a close with these words:

"Lord, as we approach Pentecost, fill us anew with Your Holy Spirit. Strengthen us to be instruments of Your love and peace. Bless my beloved Sister Mary Claire, whose wisdom and companionship enrich my life beyond measure. May we always seek Your guidance and cherish the joy of Your presence. Amen."

Every moment with Sister Mary Claire is a blessing, her guidance a light in my path.

Goodnight, Diary. Kathy

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May 10, 1955

 Another cool start to today. Sister Mary Claire and I walked to church early in the morning. The fields were alive with activity; the farmers were already hard at work. Neighbor Arlo, always so cheerful, gave us a big wave and a broad smile as we passed by. It's heartwarming to see the community so vibrant and full of life.

The church was a gathering spot not just for prayer today but also for lively discussions amongst the farmers. After Mass, they mingled outside, sharing thoughts on the best seed corn to plant. I heard them mention DeKalb quite a bit—apparently, it's very popular around here. I might not know much about farming, but it's interesting to learn bits and pieces.

Father LeRoy delivered a wonderful homily today. The light filtering through the stained glass windows cast colorful patterns on the congregation, almost as if highlighting his words with divine approval. It made the message feel even more special.

Afterwards, Sister Mary Claire and I spent some quiet time in the prayer wagon. We read from the Inner Court prayer book, reflecting on the passages and finding solace in the tranquility of our secluded spot.

A Little Prayer to End the Day:

Dear Lord, as the sun sets and another day comes to a close, I thank You for the blessings of family and community. For the joy of togetherness and the peace of Your presence in our lives. Please watch over us through the night and guide us into another day filled with Your grace. Amen.

All for now, Kathy

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May 9, 1955

May 9th - 1955

Dear Diary,

Today, Ascension Day, was filled with grace and beautiful moments. Sister Mary Claire and I started our morning at Holy Mass in our dear little country church, where Father LeRoy inspired us with his homily about Christ's glorious ascent. It's heartening to think of Jesus guiding us from above, encouraging us to follow Him with fervent love.

While the local farmers have been busy planting corn, I overheard one of them mention that tomorrow, May 10th, is considered the perfect day to finish. It seems there's a common preference among them to complete their planting by this date, bolstered by the good fortune of recent rains. This afternoon, the simple pleasure of gardening brought a peaceful close to our active morning. We harvested fresh lettuce from the garden, enough to craft a crisp salad that was both refreshing and fulfilling.

As evening fell, Sister Mary Claire and I shared a quiet time of prayer, reflecting on the blessings of the day. We gave thanks for Tom and Judy, whose hard work and care sustain the farm, for Father LeRoy's spiritual guidance, and for the joyous companionship of our smart corgi, MINI. She continues to delight us with her antics, especially her new skill of walking backwards—second only to her love of chasing the ball.

I close this day with a small prayer of gratitude:

"Lord, thank You for the blessings of this Ascension Day, for the hands that nurture the soil and souls, and for the paws that enliven our hearts. Grant us rest tonight, and readiness for the new day, filled with Your grace and the love of those around us. Amen."

With a heart full of gratitude, Kathy

 

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May 8, 1955

May 8, 1955

Dear Diary,

This morning was refreshingly cool as Sister Mary Claire and I made our way to St. Mary’s. The serene early hours were filled with the familiar sounds of farming that always bring a sense of peace and purpose to the start of my day.

Today, Father LeRoy shared a homily that resonated deeply within me. He told the story of two priests, Father Matteo and Father Giovanni, walking through Vatican Square. Father Matteo expressed his frustrations about the decisions made by the Church leaders, feeling they were out of touch with the needs of the people. Father Giovanni listened patiently and then reminded him, "Remember, Matteo, it's still the Church." He spoke about the Church being more than just its leaders; it is the vessel of the Holy Spirit, founded on the rock of Peter and the promise of Christ Himself. This story, brought to life by Father LeRoy's vivid depiction, served as a powerful reminder of our duty to serve with humility and faith, even when faced with challenges.

Moved by this message, Sister Mary Claire and I spent the day reflecting on our roles within our own community. We discussed how we could embody the same spirit of guidance and patience in our actions and interactions.

As the day drew to a close, we gathered in our Inner Court wagon for evening prayers. Together, we recited, "Lord, kindle in us the fire of your love, and strengthen our will to serve you in all we do." We prayed not only for ourselves but for each other, that we might be steadfast in our faith and diligent in our service.

Before retiring for the night, Sister Mary Claire and I said a small prayer I felt inspired to write after today's homily: "Dear Lord, as the night embraces us, let your peace fill our hearts and home. Guard us through the darkness, and awaken us with renewed spirits, ready to serve and love as you have taught us."

Kathy
With a heart full of reflection, Kathy

 

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Tuesday, May 7

May 7, 1955

Today began with the sun beaming gently over the horizon, casting a warm glow that promised a busy day ahead on the farm. Outside, the rhythmic chug of the WC Allis Chalmers with its two-row corn planter filled the air, a testament to the progress of spring and the essential task of planting our corn. The familiar noise, while disruptive at times, is a comforting reminder that life moves forward, and so must we.

This morning, Father LeRoy’s homily touched me deeply. He spoke eloquently about the Holy Spirit, the very heart of our Church’s life force. "The Spirit is the fuel of the Church," he began, his voice echoing through the modest church hall, "the energy and life force of the Body of Christ." It's fascinating how, amidst the mechanical sounds of the farm equipment, Father LeRoy’s words offered a different kind of sustenance—a spiritual nourishment.

He emphasized that this divine gift cannot be earned through heroic efforts but is received by simply asking. "The Father would never refuse someone who asked for the Holy Spirit," he assured us. It struck me, how often we strive to achieve through sheer will, forgetting that some things, especially those deeply spiritual, come only by surrender and request.

Father LeRoy cited Fr. Hesburgh, mentioning that regardless of our circumstances, the plea 'Come, Holy Spirit!' remains ever pertinent. This prayer, so simple yet profound, resonates with every phase of life, embodying hope and a continuous call for divine presence in our daily endeavors.

What resonated most was the invocation of Mary in this spiritual journey. In every Hail Mary, we implore, "Pray for us sinners, now and at the hour of our death," seeking her intercession for the Holy Spirit's guidance. The connection drawn between our earthly endeavors, like the tending of fields, and the spiritual assistance we seek, encapsulates the essence of our faith—grounded yet aspiring towards celestial aid.

As the tractor continues its steady rumble outside, preparing the earth for growth, I too find myself preparing inwardly, inspired to regularly invoke the Holy Spirit in my life's work, just as I tend to the soil. The parallel between cultivating land and cultivating the soul is unmistakable and profound.

Let us, therefore, keep asking for that heavenly strength, with Mary’s support, as we navigate the fields of our lives, both literal and spiritual.

With a hopeful heart,

Kathy

 

Monday, May 6

 

Dear Diary,

Today was a vibrant blend of spiritual enrichment and joyful community, leaving my heart full of gratitude. The morning began with a short, invigorating walk to St. Mary's, our charming country church, where the air was crisp and the path lined with the early bloom of wildflowers—a perfect opening to a beautiful day.

Father Leroy presided over the Holy Mass today, and his homily delved deeply into the significant role of the Holy Spirit as a witness to Jesus. He highlighted a powerful message from today’s Gospel, “When the Advocate comes whom I will send you from the Father, the Spirit of truth who proceeds from the Father, he will testify to me.” Father Leroy unfolded the narrative of the Holy Spirit’s promptings across the ages—from the Apostles, through great evangelists and theologians, to notable figures like Billy Graham and John Paul II. He reminded us that professing 'Jesus is Lord' can only be inspired by the Holy Spirit, who is essentially the love shared between the Father and the Son, and whose presence was profoundly manifest in the Incarnation and the Paschal Mystery.

The morning was spiritually uplifting, but the day held even more joy. We hosted a welcoming party for Father Leroy, and it was a great success with a wonderful turnout. The church hall was filled with laughter and the kind of fellowship that only a close-knit community can offer. During the celebration, someone quipped, “How many Catholics does it take to change a light bulb?” The answer, “None. Catholics don’t believe in change!” brought a round of good-natured laughter that echoed off the walls, reminding us of the joy in our faith and community.

As the day ended, I retreated to the Inner Court Prayer Wagon for some quiet reflection. The wagon was bathed in the soft glow of the setting sun, providing a perfect space for evening prayer. It was a peaceful close to a day filled with the Spirit’s presence and communal joy.

Evening Prayer:
Heavenly Father, as night descends and the world stills, I thank You for this day of fellowship and faith. Let Your Holy Spirit always guide us in boldness and truth, helping us to joyfully testify to Your endless love and mercy. Amen.

Kathy