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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
 

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