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.
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