June 19, 1955
Dear Diary,
This morning, Sister Mary Claire and I were up early as usual and attended the 6 o'clock Mass at St. Mary's just across the corn field. The June morning was perfect—clear blue skies, warm sunshine, and a gentle breeze that made the leaves whisper. The fields are full of life, with the corn growing tall and lush. Everything is so beautiful, and it feels like the whole world is singing praises to God.
Father LeRoy's homily was about the Double Will of God. What stuck with me the most was when he said, "Prayer places the whole force of God's omnipotence into our hands. It pierces the clouds, and according to God's repeated promises, its effects are infallible." That idea is so powerful, knowing that our prayers can reach the heavens and bring about God's will in our lives. It's comforting to believe that no matter what happens, our prayers are heard and answered in the best possible way.
In the afternoon, I was busy working with my Little Library. I now have three books in it. Anyone can come to the library and borrow a book, and it makes me happy to share stories and knowledge with others. It's a small way to spread joy and learning in our community.
In the evening, Sister Mary Claire and I spent time in the Inner Court wagon. Here's the evening prayer we wrote together:
Dear Lord, we thank You for this beautiful day and the blessings it brought. We ask for Your guidance and protection through the night. Help us to remember that our prayers are powerful and that You are always with us, listening and caring. Fill our hearts with Your peace and love, and let us rest in the comfort of Your presence. Amen.
Omelette, my pet chicken, was happily clucking around us as we ended the day. Mini and Omelette seem to get along just fine. Mini knows that Omelette is truly part of the family, a family member, and not just a hen in the pen. As I look back on today, I feel blessed and content, knowing that we are loved and cared for by God.
Goodnight, dear Diary.
Love,
Kathy
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