Sunday, May 26, 2024

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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