August 1, 1955

Thursday, August 1, 1955

Dear Diary,

This morning's Mass was particularly moving. The First Reading was from the book of Jeremiah:

"This word came to Jeremiah from the LORD:
Rise up, be off to the potter’s house; there I will give you my message.
I went down to the potter’s house and there he was, working at the wheel.
Whenever the object of clay which he was making turned out badly in his hand, he tried again, making of the clay another object of whatever sort he pleased.
Then the word of the LORD came to me:
Can I not do to you, house of Israel, as this potter has done? says the LORD.
Indeed, like clay in the hand of the potter, so are you in my hand, house of Israel."

As the reading finished and Father LeRoy began his homily, my mind started to wander. I imagined myself in the Cave Sanctuary, sitting at a potter’s wheel. The cool, damp air of the cave surrounded me, and I could hear the soft trickling of the stream nearby. My hands were covered in clay, and as I worked, I could feel the potential for creating something beautiful.

In my dreaming, I had already made hundreds of pots, each one more intricate than the last. People from all over Iowa and beyond were standing in a long lines outside the cave, waiting to purchase a pot. The money, of course, would be donated to the Little Library Foundation to build a library—a dream I've held close to my heart and will surely be the subject of another diary entry.

Lost in this wonderful vision, I suddenly felt a gentle nudge from Sister Mary Claire, who was sitting beside me. Her touch brought me back to the present, and I quickly refocused on Father's words, realizing I had missed the beginning of his homily. Feeling a bit embarrassed but grateful for the reminder, I tried to catch up on what he was saying. Father was explaining how God is like the potter, and we are the clay. Even when we make mistakes or things don’t turn out as planned, He is always there to reshape us, to mold us into something new and good. It’s comforting to think that no matter how many times we fail, God doesn’t give up on us. Instead, He patiently works with us, shaping us into better versions of ourselves. Just like the potter with his clay, God is always ready to give us another chance.

After Mass, Mini and I took a little walk down to the Sanctuary which is what I call my cave retreat. It’s always so peaceful there, and today was no exception. 
I knew better but looked around the cave to see if there were any signs of a potter's wheel. The thought of actually finding one made me laugh at myself, but it also made me feel closer to the lesson from Mass.

Lord, thank You for Your endless patience and love. Mold me into what You want me to be, and help me to trust in Your plans. Amen.

Love,
Kathy

July 31, 1955

July 31, 1955

Dear Diary,

This morning's Gospel reading at Mass truly spoke to my heart. Jesus said to his disciples:

"The Kingdom of heaven is like a treasure buried in a field, which a person finds and hides again, and out of joy goes and sells all that he has and buys that field. Again, the Kingdom of heaven is like a merchant searching for fine pearls. When he finds a pearl of great price, he goes and sells all that he has and buys it."

As I sat in the pew, I couldn't help but think about how the cave feels like my hidden treasure, a sanctuary that I've discovered and now cherish deeply. The peacefulness here, with the little grotto, the stream, and John Hathaway's room, feels like my own field with a buried treasure.

After Mass, I walked back to the farm with Sister Mary Claire. We talked about the Daily Readings, and she shared some of her own thoughts about the treasure and the pearl. She said that sometimes, the true treasures in life are the ones that bring us closer to God and fill our hearts with joy and peace. I told her about how I feel about the cave, and she smiled, saying that it's a beautiful place to find solace and reflect on God's love.

As we walked, our conversation drifted to the idea of what we value most in life. Sister Mary Claire said something that really struck me: "Our steadfast faith, Kathy, is the real pearl of great price. It’s the one thing that can never be taken from us, and it guides us through all of life’s challenges."

Her words resonated deeply with me. I realized that while the cave and the peacefulness it brings are precious to me, it’s my faith that truly sustains me. My faith is what gives me strength, hope, and a sense of purpose.

When I got home, I spent time with Mini and the brown hen, tending to the geese and enjoying the quiet. The sky was so clear today, and the sunlight filtered through the trees in the most beautiful way. I felt so grateful for this little corner of the world that feels like my own pearl of great price.

Tonight, as I write this, I feel a deep sense of contentment. I may not have much in terms of worldly possessions, but I have my faith, my sanctuary, and the love of those around me. That's worth more than any treasure.

Dear Lord,
Thank you for the treasures in my life, especially my faith. Help me to always cherish it as the true pearl of great price. Guide me to live a life that reflects Your love and grace. Amen.

Love,
Kathy

 

June 30, 1955

 
Dear Diary,

Today’s Mass was particularly moving, thanks to Father LeRoy’s heartfelt homily. Today's Gospel (see below) was from Matthew 13:36-43, where Jesus explains the parable of the weeds. Father spoke about the importance of discernment and recognizing both the good and the bad in our lives. He reminded us that, just like in the parable, we need to have patience and trust in God's timing. He encouraged us to nurture the good seeds in our hearts and not to be disheartened by the presence of weeds, for in the end, God will separate the wheat from the chaff.

After Mass, I spent some time at the grotto, feeling a sense of peace wash over me as I watched the little stream beside the statue of Mary. The sound of the water trickling made me feel connected to the sacredness of this place.

As the day came to a close, Sister Mary Claire and I said our evening prayers together. Her gentle voice brought a sense of calm and reflection. We prayed for guidance, strength, and the grace to be patient, just as Father had preached. I felt a deep sense of gratitude for the blessings in my life and the quiet strength that comes from faith.

"Dear Lord, As the day ends, we thank You for Your guidance and protection. Help us to nurture the good within us and to trust in Your timing for all things. Grant us patience and discernment, and may we always strive to do Your will. Bless our loved ones and keep them safe. Amen."

Goodnight, dear diary.

With love, Kathy

July 29, 1955

Dear Diary,

Today was such a blessed day at Mass. Father LeRoy's homily left a deep impression on me. The Gospel was from John 11:19-27, where Jesus comforts Martha after the death of her brother Lazarus. Father spoke about the immense faith Martha had in Jesus. Even in her sorrow, she believed that He was the Resurrection and the Life. Father reminded us that, like Martha, we must have unwavering faith in Jesus, especially during our difficult times. He said that our faith should be a source of comfort and strength, just as it was for Martha. I felt such peace and reassurance hearing those words.

After Mass, I spent some time in the sanctuary cave, reflecting on the homily and Today's Gospel Reading.  The little grotto with Mary and the stream still bring me so much tranquility.

This is my evening prayer:

Dear Jesus, thank You for the wisdom shared by Father today. Help me to have faith like Martha, trusting in Your promises even when times are tough. Thank You for the comfort and peace Your words bring me.

Bless Father for guiding us and reminding us of Your love. Thank You for this beautiful sanctuary and the quiet moments I get to spend here. Please watch over Mini, Omelette, and all the creatures in my care. Help me to always seek Your presence in my life and to find strength in Your words. Keep my heart open to Your love and my faith steadfast.

Amen.

With love and faith,

Kathy

Sunday Sermon

Multiplication of the Loaves

By Bishop Robert Barron

Dear Diary,
 
Today was a special Sunday, filled with warmth, reflection, and a touch of excitement. Mass was as beautiful as always. Father's friend David, who is a pilot, flew his small plane all the way from Sioux County and landed in the pasture next to the church. He brought his guitar and led the singing, adding a lovely touch to the service. 

Father LeRoy’s homily was particularly moving. He spoke about the Eucharist, highlighting that for the next five weeks, our Gospel readings will focus on the sixth chapter of John. He began with the story of the multiplication of the loaves, describing it as an iconic presentation of the Mass. His words painted vivid pictures in my mind, making the familiar story feel new and profound.

As the day turned to evening I prayed this prayer.

Heavenly Father, thank You for this day and the beautiful moments it brought. Thank You for the gift of the Eucharist and the lessons we learn through Your Word. Bless Father LeRoy for his guidance and wisdom. Watch over David and give him a safe flight home. Please protect Sister Mary Claire, Mini, Omelette and all our loved ones. Amen.

At bedtime I listened to Bishop Barron's Sunday Sermon. His soothing voice and insightful words were the perfect end to a blessed Sunday. 

Goodnight, dear diary.

Kathy

Grace and Reflection

Dear Diary,

Today has been a day of grace and reflection. The morning walk to St. Mary's with Sister Mary Claire was serene and beautiful. The fields are alive with the rustling of the corn, their green blades waving gently in the breeze. The ears of corn shooting upwards are still very slim, just beginning their growth. The air was fresh, and the dew sparkled on the leaves, making everything look like it was sprinkled with diamonds. Mini trotted happily alongside us, her little legs moving swiftly to keep up.

Father Leroy's homily at Mass on Reprobation touched my heart deeply. He spoke about God's immense love for us, emphasizing that God loves us for our very weaknesses. He said that the quality of being a sinner touches His heart more than innocence does. It’s comforting to know that God desires our salvation even more earnestly when we feel undeserving of it. The parable of the Prodigal Son is a perfect illustration of this boundless love and forgiveness. I also saw Ronnie at Mass today, which was nice. It always feels good to see familiar faces in the congregation.

After Mass, we returned home, and the evening was spent in peaceful prayer within the comforting walls of the prayer wagon. There’s something so special about that space; it feels like a direct line to heaven. Before ending the day, I spent some quiet moments scratching Mini's head. She looked up at me with those big, trusting eyes, and it filled my heart with joy.

Dear God, thank you for your endless love and forgiveness. Help me to always remember that you love me for my weaknesses and that your mercy is boundless. Guide me to live a life that reflects your grace and to always seek your light in times of darkness. Bless my family, especially Sister Mary Claire and my friend Ronnie, and keep us all close to your heart. Amen.

Goodnight, Diary.

With love, Kathy

The Sermon

June 26, 1955

 

Dear Diary,

Father LeRoy had been thinking about our conversation yesterday, and today he based his sermon on it. I had asked him about a quote from Chesterton's "Orthodoxy" that had been on my mind: "The Christian ideal has not been tried and found wanting; it has been found difficult and left untried." Father LeRoy explained the quote to me and thought it would be a good topic for today's sermon so that everyone could understand and benefit from it.

Father LeRoy's words were deeply moving. He began by reminding us that the Christian ideal isn't dismissed as unachievable but demands our courage and commitment.

"My dear brothers and sisters in Christ,

In the hustle and bustle of our daily lives, we often find ourselves searching for meaning and purpose. We yearn for something greater, something divine. Chesterton, in his wisdom, reminds us that the Christian ideal is not something to be dismissed as unachievable, but rather something that demands our courage and commitment.

The world may tell us that living a life of faith, hope, and charity is too difficult. It may tempt us to settle for less, to abandon our ideals for what seems easier or more practical. But remember, my dear friends, our faith calls us to a higher standard.

Jesus Christ did not promise us an easy path. He called us to take up our crosses and follow Him. This journey of faith is indeed challenging, but it is also the most rewarding journey we can undertake. When we live out our faith authentically, we become beacons of hope and love in a world that desperately needs both.

Let us not shy away from the difficulties of our Christian calling. Instead, let us embrace them with the strength and grace that God provides. For it is in striving towards these ideals, even in the face of challenges, that we truly find our purpose and our peace.

May we all be inspired by Chesterton's words and strive to live out the Christian ideal with renewed vigor and dedication. In doing so, we honor God and bring His light into the world."

His sermon touched everyone's hearts. After Mass, he mentioned our Little Library and encouraged folks to stop by for a visit. The library is currently a box on a Rock, but we're moving it to the cave. Sister Mary Claire and I are giving little tours which will help build a real library next to the cave's entry.

After the sermon, Zeke and Judy, our good friends and neighbors, surprised me with a copy of Chesterton's "Orthodoxy." They said they had an extra copy and thought it should go to the new library. I am so grateful for their kindness.

As the day comes to a close, I find myself reflecting on Father LeRoy's words and the generosity of Zeke and Judy. I feel a renewed sense of purpose and commitment to living out my faith.

Dear Lord,

Thank you for the gift of community and the inspiration to live out our Christian ideals. Grant us the courage to face the challenges of our faith and the grace to strive for the higher standard you call us to. May we always be beacons of your love and light in this world.

Amen.

Until next time, dear diary.

With love and faith,

Kathy

Orthodoxy

July 25, 1955
 
Dear Diary,

This morning, as the sun was just beginning to rise, Sister Mary Claire, Mini, and I walked the half-mile to Church. The air was cool and crisp, with dew glistening on the corn. Birds sang from the trees, and the gentle rustling of leaves filled the air.

On the way, I read a quote by G.K. Chesterton: "The Christian ideal has not been tried and found wanting; it has been found difficult and left untried." It made me think, so I asked Father LeRoy about it when we got to Mass. He explained that people don’t reject Christianity because it doesn't work; they avoid it because it's hard to follow.

I think it makes sense. Living like Jesus asks us isn't easy, and many people give up before really trying. It's like they find it too tough and don't even start. Father LeRoy said true Christianity requires effort and sacrifice, but it's worth it. He also mentioned Chesterton's book Orthodoxy and said it explains these ideas well. I thought it would be a great addition to the Little Library.

As we walked back home after Mass, Sister Mary Claire and I talked about Chesterton's words. The farm was coming to life, with the rooster crowing and the hens clucking around. Mini barked happily, chasing a butterfly. I realized that Chesterton was right – the simple, hardworking life on the farm is a bit like trying to live out the Christian ideal. It’s not always easy, but the rewards are all around us if we just take the time to see them.

This afternoon, I spent time in my cave sanctuary, where the peacefulness helps me reflect on these important ideas. Living on the farm teaches me about patience and the simple joys that come from working hard and living my Christian faith.

I felt grateful for the peaceful morning, the beautiful surroundings, and the chance to reflect on these important ideas.

Dear Lord,

Thank You for this beautiful day and the blessings it brought. Thank You for the peaceful morning walk to Mass with Sister Mary Claire, for the cool air, and the songs of the birds. I am grateful for Father LeRoy's wisdom in explaining Chesterton's words and helping me understand the importance of living out the Christian ideal, even when it's difficult.

Thank You for my life on the farm, the hens, and the joy Mini brings to my day. Thank you for the quiet moments in the cave sanctuary, where I can find peace and reflect on Your teachings. Help me to see the rewards in the simple, hardworking life You've given us. Give me the strength and courage to live like Jesus.

Please bless my family, keep us safe, and guide us in Your ways. May we always find joy in serving You and in the beauty of Your creation.

Amen.

Til tomorrow,

Kathy

The Indian Narrative

July 24, 1955


Dear Diary,
Today was a day full of wonder and discovery. I spent the afternoon reading a fascinating book that Father Leroy donated to our little sanctuary library. The book is about a young Indian man named Juan Diego who experienced apparitions of the Blessed Mother. 

The Story Begins Here with Juan Diego alone in a peaceful grove, much like my sanctuary cave, when a radiant light appeared before him. As the light grew brighter, the Blessed Mother emerged, her face serene and filled with love. She looked much like Sister Mary Claire, with kind eyes and a gentle smile. Mary spoke to Juan Diego in a soft, comforting voice, saying, "Do not be afraid, my child. I am with you always. Seek comfort and strength in your faith." Juan Diego felt an overwhelming sense of peace and knew that this was the beginning of something profound.

I couldn't help but imagine myself in his place, feeling that same divine presence. It made me think of my own connection to the sanctuary cave and how blessed I am to have found such a special place. After finishing the first part of the story, I decided to put the book in the Little Library for all to read, so others can share in the beauty of Juan Diego's experience.

The rest of the day was filled with the usual chores and simple joys. Mini, my faithful corgi, was by my side, her playful antics bringing a smile to my face. The brown hen clucked contentedly, and the African geese honked in the distance, creating a symphony of farm sounds that I love so much.

As the evening draws near, I feel a deep sense of gratitude for the blessings in my life. The story of Juan Diego's first apparition has touched my heart and reminded me of the importance of faith and hope.

Heavenly Father, thank You for the beauty of this day and for the inspiration I found in the story of Juan Diego. Thank You for the visit from the Blessed Mother that he experienced and the peace it brought to his heart. Watch over my family, my animals, and our little farm. Help me to grow in faith and love, and to be a light to those around me.

Amen.

Until tomorrow, dear diary.

With love,

Kathy

 

Our Lady of Guadalupe

Dear Diary,

This morning, Sister Mary Claire and I walked to Saint Mary’s together. The gravel road crunched softly beneath our feet as we made our way, the morning air crisp and the sky painted with the gentle hues of dawn. Mini trotted beside us, her little paws tapping lightly, while the geese honked from afar. The journey to the church, though familiar, always fills me with a sense of peace and anticipation, especially with Sister Mary Claire by my side.

Mass was as beautiful as ever. Father LeRoy’s voice resonated with warmth and conviction. His homily today was particularly touching. He spoke about Our Lady of Guadalupe, reminding us of her miraculous appearance and the profound impact she has had on the Catholic faith. Father LeRoy shared a passage from a book he intends to donate to our Little Lending Library.

"A hundred years ago the author of the Pensil Americano ventured the assertion that the Miracle of Holy Mary of Guadalupe (Gwa-da-loó-pay) was 'a prodigy which, in all its circumstances, will ever be heard of with transports of admiration.' I wish the prediction may prove as true for my readers as it has for many others. The Guadalupan story is unmixingly admirable: it needs but fair telling to win every Catholic heart."

Hearing these words stirred something deep within me. Father Leroy’s dedication to enriching our spiritual lives is truly inspiring. His intention to add this insightful book to our library will surely be a blessing for our small community. I can’t wait to read more about the miracles and stories of Our Lady of Guadalupe.

After Mass, as Sister Mary Claire and I walked back home, I felt a renewed sense of faith and wonder. Mini barked playfully, and I couldn’t help but smile, thinking about the day’s lessons and the beauty of our faith.

As the day comes to a close, I offer a little evening prayer:

"Dear Lord, thank You for the gift of this day, for the beauty of our faith, and for the companionship of Sister Mary Claire and Mini. Thank You for Father LeRoy’s wisdom and the inspiring story of Our Lady of Guadalupe. Guide us in Your light and keep us close to Your heart. Amen."

With love, Kathy

Lady of Guadalupe

Dear Diary,

This morning, Sister Mary Claire and I walked to Saint Mary’s together. The gravel road crunched softly beneath our feet as we made our way, the morning air crisp and the sky painted with the gentle hues of dawn. Mini trotted beside us, her little paws tapping lightly, while the geese honked from afar. The journey to the church, though familiar, always fills me with a sense of peace and anticipation, especially with Sister Mary Claire by my side.

Mass was as beautiful as ever. Father LeRoy’s voice resonated with warmth and conviction. His homily today was particularly touching. He spoke about Our Lady of Guadalupe, reminding us of her miraculous appearance and the profound impact she has had on the Catholic faith. Father LeRoy shared a passage from a book he intends to donate to our Little Lending Library.

"A hundred years ago the author of the Pensil Americano ventured the assertion that the Miracle of Holy Mary of Guadalupe (Gwa-da-loó-pay) was 'a prodigy which, in all its circumstances, will ever be heard of with transports of admiration.' I wish the prediction may prove as true for my readers as it has for many others. The Guadalupan story is unmixingly admirable: it needs but fair telling to win every Catholic heart."

Hearing these words stirred something deep within me. Father Leroy’s dedication to enriching our spiritual lives is truly inspiring. His intention to add this insightful book to our library will surely be a blessing for our small community. I can’t wait to read more about the miracles and stories of Our Lady of Guadalupe.

After Mass, as Sister Mary Claire and I walked back home, I felt a renewed sense of faith and wonder. Mini barked playfully, and I couldn’t help but smile, thinking about the day’s lessons and the beauty of our faith.

As the day comes to a close, I offer a little evening prayer:

"Dear Lord, thank You for the gift of this day, for the beauty of our faith, and for the companionship of Sister Mary Claire and Mini. Thank You for Father LeRoy’s wisdom and the inspiring story of Our Lady of Guadalupe. Guide us in Your light and keep us close to Your heart. Amen."

With love, Kathy

Predestination

Dear Diary,

This morning, the dawn broke with a gentle whisper, the first light casting a soft glow across the fields. As I walked the half-mile to our country church with Sister Mary Claire and Mini, the air was cool and crisp, a promise of a beautiful day ahead. The birds were already singing their morning hymns, their melodies blending with the faint rustle of leaves in the gentle breeze.

Mini trotted along beside us, her little paws pattering softly on the path. She seemed to sense the specialness of Monday mornings, her usual exuberance tempered by the serenity of the day. As we approached St. Mary's, the familiar sight of the little church brought a warm feeling of comfort to my heart. Ronnie was there too, his attendance becoming more regular these days, which fills me with a quiet joy.

The daily Mass was as beautiful as ever. The simple elegance of the church, with its worn wooden pews and the soft glow of candlelight, always brings a sense of peace and reverence. Father LeRoy's homily today was about Predestination. His words were both profound and reassuring:

"Every man has it in his power to attain  heaven; he will attain it if he strives; and if he is lost, it will be entirely of his own free choice, and it will be in no measure due to God. It depends on you to make yourself predestinate. Resolve that you will be so, and God's grace will certainly not be wanting."

His message was clear: we have the power to shape our destiny, to choose the path that leads to heaven. It is our resolve and our striving that matter, and God's grace will always be there to support us. It was a comforting thought, a reminder that while the path may not always be easy, it is always within our reach.

After Mass, we spent some time in quiet reflection. Mini, as if sensing the solemnity, sat quietly by my feet. Sister Mary Claire and I exchanged a few words, her presence a comforting reminder of faith and guidance. Ronnie and I shared a brief conversation, his presence reassuring in its regularity.

The rest of the day was filled with  simple pleasures. I spent some time in the garden, tending to the plants and enjoying the warm sunshine. The geese were particularly lively today, their honking filling the air as they splashed about in the pond. I also took some time to write this entry in my diary from the cave, reflecting on Father LeRoy's homily and the beauty of the day.

Goodnight, dear diary.

With love,
Kathy

P.S. I found an old postcard today, tucked away in one of the drawers in John Hathaway's room. It has a beautiful prayer on it. Tonight I will use this with my Evening Prayer.

 

Sunday Sermon

Dear Diary,

Last night, Sister Mary Claire and I attended Vigil Mass, and it was truly a moving experience. The church was filled with the soft glow of candlelight, and as we settled into our pew, I felt a deep sense of peace. Father LeRoy's homily was about the Good Shepherd, a beautiful reminder of how Jesus is always watching over us, guiding and protecting us just as a shepherd tends to his flock. Father LeRoy spoke with such passion and clarity that I could almost see Jesus carrying the lost sheep on His shoulders, bringing them back to safety. It made me reflect on how often we stray and how Jesus is always there, ready to bring us back to His embrace.

This afternoon, I spent my time in the cozy cave, my little sanctuary. The cave is filled with antique items, and it feels like a different world altogether, a perfect place to lose myself in my thoughts and art. I set up my easel and started painting images inspired by the Good Shepherd. The picture of Jesus carrying the lost sheep felt particularly poignant after last night's homily. As I painted, I listened to Father Robert Barron's voice on the radio, continuing to speak about the Good Shepherd and how we are all cherished in the eyes of Jesus. Father Barron's words were comforting and powerful, reinforcing the message that Jesus is always there to guide and protect us.

Sister Mary Claire's presence is always comforting. Her faith and gentle spirit remind me of the Blessed Mother, and I often imagine them side by side, guiding and protecting me.

As the day comes to a close, I turn to prayer, seeking comfort and guidance.

Dear Jesus, the Good Shepherd, Thank you for always watching over me and guiding me through life's challenges. I pray for Your protection and love, just as You care for each lost sheep. Bless Sister Mary Claire, whose faith inspires me daily. May Your light always shine upon us, Guiding our steps and filling our hearts with peace. Amen.

Thank you, Jesus, for this day spent in reflection and creativity, For Father Leroy's homily that reminded me of Your unwavering love, And for Father Robert Barron's words that comforted my soul. Amen.

Goodnight, dear Diary. May tomorrow be filled with new inspirations and the constant presence of the Good Shepherd in my life.

Amen.

With love,
Kathy

The Annunciation

June 20, 1955

Dear Diary,
 
Today was a beautiful day filled with peace and reflection. Sister Mary Clare and I began our morning early, setting off for Holy Mass down the familiar gravel road. The air was cool and crisp, with the gentle songs of birds accompanying us on our walk. Mini trotted happily by our side, her little paws making soft, rhythmic sounds on the gravel.

As we walked, the sun slowly rose, casting a golden hue over the fields and trees. The church came into view, standing as a humble sentinel amidst the serene landscape. Our journey felt almost sacred, a quiet prelude to the holiness awaiting us at Mass.

After Mass, we returned home, and I enjoyed a simple breakfast of a freshly laid brown egg. There’s something incredibly comforting about starting the day with the fruits of our own little farm.

Back in the cave, I decided to capture some thoughts from today's homily in my drawings. Father LeRoy spoke beautifully about The Annunciation, the day the Angel Gabriel visited the Blessed Virgin Mary and told her she would be the Mother of God. It was a moment of profound faith and acceptance. Mary’s humble "yes" to God's plan resonates deeply with me, and I tried to capture the serenity and grace of that moment in my sketches.

As the day comes to a close, I offer my prayers with a grateful heart:

Heavenly Father, thank You for the blessings of this day. Thank You for the quiet walk to church, the beautiful Mass, and the simple joys of my home. As I reflect on the Annunciation, I am in awe of Mary's faith and obedience. Help me to emulate her trust in You and to always say "yes" to Your will.

Protect my loved ones, especially Sister Mary Clare, Ronnie, and all who are dear to me. Watch over our little farm and all its creatures. Guide my steps tomorrow and always.
 
Amen.

The Immaculate Conception

The Soundbar Recording beneath was made in 1949 at Loudes in France. 
Let us pray for the souls of every choir member.

 

June 19, 1955
 
Dear Diary,

 
Today was truly a remarkable day in the sanctuary of the cave. I felt the presence of divine grace more strongly than ever before. As I was exploring John Hathaway's room, I stumbled upon an extraordinary find—an old printer's plate of Murillo's The Immaculate Conception. The intricate details and the reverence captured in the plate took my breath away. It felt like discovering a hidden treasure, a rare and beautiful gift from the past.

Tom, ever supportive and thoughtful, set up one of his architect easels for me. It's positioned perfectly by the soft, natural light filtering through the cave's entrance. I spent hours drawing, lost in the joy that has been with me since I could first hold a pencil. Sketching here feels different, almost sacred, as if every stroke of my pencil is a prayer in itself.

Sister Mary Claire added to the day’s blessings by setting up an extra record player. She even let me play her cherished 1949 record of "Immaculate Mary." The sweet, soulful melodies filled the cave, transforming it into a little piece of heaven. The music resonated with the walls and my heart, making the whole place feel like a sacred haven.

As I sit here tonight, surrounded by the warmth and beauty of these gifts, I can't help but offer a prayer of thanksgiving:

"Dear Lord,

Thank you for the blessings you have bestowed upon me today. For the discovery of the printer's plate, a reminder of the beauty and devotion of those who came before us. For Tom's kindness in setting up the easel, allowing me to express the creativity You have placed within me. For Sister Mary Claire's generosity in sharing her beloved record, filling this sanctuary with the heavenly sounds of praise. I am humbled and grateful for these moments of peace and joy. May Your presence continue to guide and inspire me in this sacred place. Amen."

Indeed, it feels as if heaven has come down to the cave. The air is filled with a sense of peace and divine presence that is almost tangible. I am so thankful for this serene sanctuary, for the beauty it holds, and for the quiet moments of grace that it offers.

With a heart full of gratitude, Kathy

The Permission of Evil

 

July 18, 1955

Dear Diary,

This morning's Mass was truly enlightening. Father LeRoy’s homily was especially poignant, and I could feel its impact resonating throughout the congregation. Mini sat at my feet, her usual spot, but something curious happened when Father LeRoy began to speak about the wisdom of God's creation. As he said, "We have learned too that the lowliest creatures exhibit as fully as the noblest the ingenuities of God's wisdom, the marvels of His power, the infinite range of His knowledge and prevision," Mini perked up and looked directly at me. It was as if she was trying to see if I was paying attention to what Father was saying. It was such a strange but sweet moment. Mini seemed to understand the significance of Father's words, almost urging me to reflect deeply on them.

Father continued, "Many mysteries still remain hidden from us; many difficulties will be a trial of faith till new discoveries shall solve them. Do not presume to criticize the inscrutable ways of God's Providence because of being too ignorant to understand them. One day all things will be made clear to you." These words touched my heart deeply. It's a reminder that faith requires patience and trust in God’s greater plan, even when we don't fully understand it. This includes the Permission of Evil in the many unsolved mysteries of life, which we must accept with humility and faith.

After Mass, Sister Mary Claire and I walked back to the farm. We talked about Father LeRoy’s homily, and Mini seemed to be listening intently to our conversation, her little ears twitching with every word. It was as if she was part of our spiritual journey, sharing in the wisdom and faith that Father LeRoy imparted to us.

Heavenly Father,

I thank You for this blessed day and for the gift of Your word through Father LeRoy’s homily. Your wisdom is beyond our understanding, and yet, in Your infinite mercy, You reveal glimpses of it through the simplest of Your creatures. Help me to see Your hand in all things, to recognize Your power and knowledge in the world around me, just as Mini seemed to understand today.

Grant me patience and faith to endure the mysteries and trials that life brings, trusting that in Your time, all will be made clear. Guide my steps as I walk this path with Sister Mary Claire and my dear Mini, and let our hearts always be open to Your divine providence.

Bless our farm, our brown hens, especially Omelette, and we give thanks for the egg production which is so vital to our simple way of life. Protect us and keep us always in Your loving care.

Amen.

Until tomorrow,

Kathy

Our Lady of Lourdes

 

June 17, 1955

Dear Diary,
 

Today was a beautiful day, filled with the warmth of faith and the joy of companionship. I attended Mass at St. Mary’s, and as usual, the experience was uplifting. The sunlight streamed through the stained-glass windows, casting a kaleidoscope of colors onto the pews. Sister Mary Claire’s serene presence was a comfort, her gentle voice leading us in prayer and song. I couldn’t help but feel a deep sense of peace wash over me.

Mini was at my feet, her red and white fur contrasting with the polished wooden floor. She was unusually well-behaved, sitting quietly and occasionally glancing up at me with her big, expressive eyes. I think she enjoys the calm and reverence of the church as much as I do. Several parishioners smiled at her, and Father Leroy even gave her a little pat on the head after the service. Mini’s presence seems to bring joy to everyone she meets.

After Mass, as we walked back, Sister Mary Claire shared with me a passage from "The Lady of Lourdes" that she had been reading. As she spoke, I found myself drifting into a daydream. I imagined myself sitting on the big glacial rock from here at the farm, but instead of being surrounded by corn, I was high above Lourdes, looking down at the whole town below. The view was breathtaking, almost surreal, with the Basilica standing tall and majestic, the Grotto of Massabielle nestled peacefully, and the River Gave flowing gently through the town. Mini and Omelette were with me, Mini nestled comfortably against my side and Omelette clucking softly, pecking at the rock. The air was filled with a sense of peace and sanctity, and I felt a deep connection to Bernadette's unwavering faith and the divine presence that seemed to envelop Lourdes.

Tonight, as I prepare for bed, I offer this evening prayer:

Dear Blessed Mother,

As I rest beneath the stars tonight, I think of the big rock where your presence today was felt so strongly. Just as that rock stands firm and steadfast, may my faith in your love and guidance be unshakable.
Watch over me, my family, and all those I hold dear. Keep us safe and wrapped in your loving embrace.
Help me to find the strength to face each new day with grace and courage, knowing that you are always by my side.
Amen.

As I drift off to sleep, I feel a profound sense of contentment, knowing that I am loved and protected. Until tomorrow, dear diary.

With love,
Kathy

 

 

God's Providence

Dear Diary,

The walk to Holy Mass was especially lovely this morning. Sister Mary Claire and I set out early, savoring the fresh, cool air and the gentle rustling of the leaves in the trees.

As we walked along the gravel road, we marveled at the fields of corn stretching out on either side. The corn is tasseling now, standing tall and proud, promising a bountiful harvest. Soon, the sweet corn will follow, and I can already imagine the delicious meals to come. Mini trotted along happily, her little legs working hard to keep up with us.

Father LeRoy’s sermon today was particularly moving. He spoke about the Providence of God, reminding us that God, having created the world, did not then leave it to itself. Instead, He still oversees and guides all things. Father LeRoy quoted the Scripture, "The eyes of all hope in Thee, O Lord, and Thou givest them meat in due season" (Ps. cxliv. 15). His words were a comforting reminder that the world requires for its conservation and development the same divine influx which created it. It's a reassuring thought, knowing that God’s watchful eyes are upon us, providing and caring for all our needs.

Back at the farm, the day continued to unfold in peaceful simplicity. The animals were content, and the rhythmic sounds of farm life filled the air. As the sun began to set, casting a warm, golden hue over the landscape, Sister Mary Claire and I made our way to the Prayer Wagon.

Inside, we lit a small candle and settled into our evening prayers. The soft flicker of the flame and the quiet of the evening created a serene atmosphere.

Dear Lord, thank You for the blessings of this day. Thank You for the beauty of creation, the guidance of Your providence, and the inspiration of the saints. Help me to trust in Your care and to live each day with faith and gratitude. Amen.

With love, Kathy

 

God's Justice

June 15, 1955

Dear Diary,

Today has been a day full of reflection and simple joys. This morning, as Sister Mary Claire and I walked to St. Mary's Church, the air was cool, and the early morning light cast a serene glow over the countryside. We talked quietly, enjoying the peaceful start to our day.

Father LeRoy's homily was deeply comforting. He spoke about not being troubled by our lot in life or by seeing others receive less than they deserve. He reminded us that God's accounts are not balanced until the next life. This means we must trust in His justice, which, after a short delay, will rectify all that is wrong and compensate for present inequalities. His words touched my heart, and I felt a renewed sense of peace and trust in God's plan.

After Mass, we saw a notice on the bulletin board about the Iowa State Fair. The date has been set! I couldn't help but think of my dear brown hen, Omelette. I envisioned her with a blue ribbon around her neck, proudly strutting about. It would be wonderful to see her win a prize. I must make sure she’s in top condition for the fair.

This afternoon was wonderfully productive. I spent some time working on the Little library, organizing the books and making a list of the ones we need to add. It felt good to contribute to something that will bring joy and knowledge to others in our little community.

Afterwards, I relaxed and opened a big jar of strawberry jam, making a delicious sandwich for lunch. The jam was sweet and flavorful, a perfect accompaniment to the fresh bread. I sat by the little stream near the grotto of Mary, enjoying my meal and the tranquility of the moment.

As the day came to a close, Sister Mary Claire and I gathered in the prayer wagon. The evening was calm, and the soft glow of the lantern added a warm ambiance. We said a little prayer together:

"Dear Lord, we thank You for the blessings of this day, for the peace and guidance You provide. Help us to trust in Your justice and to find contentment in our journey. Watch over us as we rest and grant us a peaceful night. Amen."

Goodnight, dear Diary.

With love,
Kathy

The Sunday Sermon

 

 

July 14, 1955

 

Dear Diary

This morning was an early start for me, Sister Mary Claire, and Mini. We were up with the first light to attend Holy Mass at St. Mary's. The walk to the church was peaceful and serene. Sister and I walked side by side, our footsteps crunching on the gravel path, while Mini scampered ahead, her red and white fur gleaming in the soft morning light. The air was cool and fresh, filled with the songs of morning birds.

Father LeRoy had kindly given permission for Mini to join us at Mass. He shared a delightful story about a fellow priest whose dog sat faithfully by the altar during services. This little anecdote warmed my heart, making me feel more at ease about bringing Mini along.

As we arrived at St. Mary’s, Mini instinctively found a cozy spot under the pew, settling down quietly. She seemed to understand the sanctity of the place, lying still and content as the service began. The Mass was beautiful, as always, with the gentle rays of the morning sun filtering through the stained glass windows, casting colorful patterns on the stone floor.

Father LeRoy's homily today was particularly inspiring. He spoke about the Fifteenth Sunday in Ordinary Time, focusing on the Gospel from the sixth chapter of Mark. This passage tells of Jesus sending the Twelve out on their mission, marking the very earliest moments of the Church. Father LeRoy emphasized the importance of paying attention to what the Lord told the Twelve, as these instructions are foundational to our faith. It was a powerful reminder of our mission as followers of Christ, to go forth and spread His word.

After Mass, we made our way back home, Mini trotting happily beside us. The rest of the day was quiet and reflective.

As the day drew to a close, we gathered in the Prayer Wagon for our evening prayer. The wagon, with its rustic charm and the soft glow of lantern light, provided a perfect setting for reflection and prayer. Just as Sister Mary Claire was about to read aloud from Part 2 of "Our Lady of Lourdes," we almost forgot to listen to Bishop Barron's Sunday Homily. Sister quickly turned on the radio to catch a broadcast rerun. His words were so comforting and profound that I found myself drifting off to sleep. It was as if his soothing voice was a gentle lullaby, carrying me into a peaceful slumber.

"Dear Lord, thank You for the gift of this day, for the beauty of Your creation, and for the opportunity to gather in Your name. Guide us in our mission to spread Your love and light to the world. Bless our family, friends, and all those in need. Keep us safe through the night and grant us peaceful rest. Amen."

Goodnight, dear diary.

Kathy

Crossing the Gave

 
June 13, 1955

Dear Diary,

Today has been filled with such wonder and devotion. This afternoon, I asked Sister Mary Claire if she would read another Lourdes story. She smiled warmly at my request and walked to the Little Library to pick out a book. I watched her as she carefully selected a volume and returned to where I was sitting.

"Here is the story," she said, settling beside me.

She was engaged in taking off her first stocking when she heard around her as it were, the sound of a blast of wind, rising in the meadow-tract with an indescribable character of irresistible might. She believed it to be a sudden hurricane, and turned herself round instinctively. To her great surprise, the poplars which border the Gave were perfectly motionless. Not the slightest breeze stirred their still branches.

"I must have been deceived," she said to herself. As she thought again about this noise, she did not know what to believe. She began once more to remove her shoes and stocking. At this moment, the impetuous roaring of this unknown blast became audible afresh. Bernadette raised her head, gazed in front of her, and uttered, or rather strove to utter, a loud cry, which was stifled in her throat. She shuddered in all her limbs, and confounded, dazzled, and crushed in a certain manner by what she saw before her, she sank down, bowed herself entirely to the earth and fell on both knees. A truly unheard-of spectacle had just met her gaze. The narration of the child; the innumerable interrogations which a thousand sharp-sighted and inquisitive minds have put to her since that period; the precise and minute particularities into which so many intellects on the watch for discrepancies have forced her to descend, allow us to trace—with a hand as sure of each detail as of the general physiognomy—the wonderful and astounding portrait of the marvelous Being who appeared at that instant to the eyes of the terrified and transported Bernadette.  

Sister Mary Claire closed the book gently and looked at me. "Isn't it amazing how Bernadette's faith carried her through such an incredible experience?" she said. I nodded, still caught up in the vivid imagery of the story.

Afterwards, we both said a prayer, thanking the Blessed Virgin for her guidance and asking for continued strength and faith.

"Dear Blessed Mother, we thank you for your intercession and for the miraculous events that strengthen our faith. Please continue to guide us and watch over us, as you did for Bernadette. Amen."

The rest of the day at the farm was pleasant. Mini, my ever-loyal corgi, followed me around as I tended to the chores. Ronnie helped me fix a broken fence, and we both laughed when Mini tried to "assist" by barking at the hammer. The hens clucked contentedly in their coop, and I couldn't help but feel grateful for this simple, blessed life.

As the sun set, I thought again about Bernadette and her unwavering faith. I prayed that I, too, would have the strength to face whatever comes my way with such grace and trust in God's plan.

Until tomorrow, dear diary.

Kathy

Sprinkle Her With Holy Water

Dear Diary,

Today was a day of warmth and wonder, filled with moments that transported me to places of deep spiritual significance. After breakfast, I found myself flipping through my old postcard collection, a beloved hobby that always brings a sense of peace. I paused at a particularly beautiful card depicting the grotto at Lourdes, its serene beauty almost tangible.

As I gazed at the image, Sister Mary Claire happened upon me. Noticing my interest, she gently inquired if I would like to hear a story. Of course, I eagerly agreed. Sister Mary Claire’s stories have a way of bringing even the most distant places and times to life.

She instructed me to continue looking at the postcard and imagine kneeling right in front of the grotto, feeling the cool stone underfoot and the sacred air of Lourdes surrounding me. Then she began her tale.

"The sun rose brightly on a Sunday morning, and the weather was splendid. In the valleys of the Pyrenees, days warm and mild, like those of spring, often stray into the lap of winter. Returning from Mass, young Bernadette begged her sister Marie, Jeanne, and some other girls to ask her mother to allow them to revisit the Rocks of Massabielle. Despite initial reluctance, their mother finally consented after much pleading.

The girls, armed with a bottle of holy water, went to the grotto. Kneeling down, they began to pray the Rosary. Suddenly, Bernadette’s face transformed with an extraordinary light. She alone saw a marvelous apparition of the Virgin Mary. The other girls, seeing only the rocky niche, handed Bernadette the holy water. She sprinkled it, saying, ‘If you come on the part of God, approach; if you come from the Devil, depart.’

The Virgin, her countenance glowing with celestial goodness, bowed and advanced. Bernadette, overwhelmed by her beauty and goodness, could not bring herself to utter the latter part of the command. Instead, she continued to pray, and the Virgin seemed to join her. After the prayer, the apparition vanished."

Sister Mary Claire’s voice wove the story into my imagination so vividly that I could almost see the grotto and feel the divine presence. As evening falls, I am left with a sense of profound peace and a deeper connection to the story of Bernadette and the miraculous events at Lourdes.

Afterward, I spent some time with Mini and Omelette. Omelette has been quite the charming addition to our little family, and she even seems to listen when I talk to her about the day’s events.


Dear Lord,
 
Thank You for the blessings of this day, for the stories that draw us closer to You, and for the gentle presence of Sister Mary Claire who shares Your grace so generously. As I close my eyes tonight, I ask for Your peace to fill my heart and home. Guide me with Your light, just as the grotto at Lourdes shines with Your love.

Bless Sister Mary Claire, who enriches my life with her stories, and watch over Mini, Omelette, and all those I hold dear. Keep us safe and under Your care.

May Your angels guard our dreams and Your mercy renew our spirits for the day ahead. Amen.

Why Are We Here - Part 2

 

June 11th, 1955

Dear Diary,

This morning, Sister Mary Claire and I enjoyed another beautiful walk to church. The cool air and fresh, vibrant surroundings made our journey feel almost magical. The flowers and trees seemed to sing praises to God, and we felt truly blessed to witness such beauty.

Father LeRoy continued his homily about Saint John Vianney today. He spoke about how we will regret the time we wasted on pleasures and useless conversations at the hour of death. "Oh, how bitterly shall we regret at the hour of death the time we have given to pleasures, to useless conversations, to repose, instead of having employed it in mortification, in prayer, in good works, in thinking of our poor misery, in weeping over our poor sins; then we shall see that we have done nothing for heaven. Oh, my children, how sad it is! Three-quarters of those who are Christians labor for nothing but to satisfy this body, which will soon be buried and corrupted, while they do not give a thought to their poor soul, which must be happy or miserable for all eternity. They have neither sense nor reason: it makes one tremble."

After church, we had a delightful noon luncheon outside at the picnic table with just myself Tom, Judy, and Sister Mary Claire. The weather was perfect, and it was so nice to enjoy the meal in the company of dear friends. Mini happily played around us, and Omelette, my brown hen clucked contentedly nearby. It was a lovely affair that I will cherish.

Tomorrow, I hope to see Shaggycoat at the creek. As we walked home today, I thought I heard his tail splash from the creek, which wasn't far away. I can't wait to see him again and feel connected to all of God's creatures.

As the day comes to a close, I offer this evening prayer:

"Dear Lord, thank You for the blessings of this day. Thank You for the beauty of nature and the joy of serving You. Guide us through the night and keep us safe. Help us to wake tomorrow with hearts ready to serve You again. Amen."

Good night, dear Diary.

Love, Kathy