Wednesday, June 12, 2024

June 12, 1955


Dear Diary,

Today was a splendid day filled with the spirit of the Lord and beautiful moments in nature. The morning started with a Mass at St. Mary's Church where Father LeRoy shared a truly inspiring homily. He spoke about the sacred name of Jesus Christ, the only name under heaven given to men whereby we must be saved. He encouraged us to remember and praise the different Names of God, appreciating the deep meanings each holds. His words reminded me to be forever grateful for knowing His name and having the privilege to call upon it. The hymn we sang echoed in my heart, "No voice can sing, no heart can frame, nor can the memory find a sweeter sound than Thy blest name, O Saviour of mankind."

After Mass, Sister and I drove to Des Moines, where we found a serene spot with bee hives buzzing with life. Sister was fascinated, and it sparked a desire in her to bring honey bees to our Living History Farm. Imagine the sweet buzz of bees filling our days!

In the evening, back at the Inner Court Wagon, Sister and I gathered in prayer. We reflected on the day's lessons and experiences, and inspired by Father LeRoy's words, together we penned this evening prayer:

Heavenly Father, Your name is a fortress, a sanctuary where our souls find peace. Today, as we pondered the power of Your names—Jesus, Emmanuel, Shepherd of Souls—we felt Your presence guiding and protecting us. Thank You for the beauty of nature we witnessed today, for the bees that dance from flower to flower, sustaining life. May our efforts to nurture them at our farm serve as a symbol of our dedication to care for the gifts You have bestowed upon us. Bless our plans and continue to guide us in Your wisdom. Let us always rejoice in Your name, the sweetest sound, our salvation. Amen.

What a blessed day, Diary. I'm looking forward to tomorrow's new blessings.

With love and prayers, Kathy
 

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