Second Day

September 27, 1955

Dear Diary,

This morning, Sister Mary Claire, Mini, and I bundled up and set out for Holy Mass at the new church. We’re not yet fully acquainted with it, but the peaceful setting was welcoming enough as we approached. The crisp air from the lake swept around us, carrying the scent of autumn leaves, and Mini seemed to enjoy every minute of our brisk walk. Her little legs moved so quickly as she trotted beside me, her nose twitching at all the new scents.

The Gospel reading today was from Luke 9:18-22. Father Linnan's homily was thoughtful and gave us much to reflect on. He asked us to consider the question Jesus posed to His disciples: "Who do you say that I am?" Father Linnan explained how this is a personal question for each of us—an invitation to recognize Jesus as the Christ, not just in our words, but in how we live our lives. He reminded us that, just as Jesus foretold His suffering and death, we too will face hardships if we choose to follow Him. Yet, he emphasized the hope of resurrection, of being lifted from the trials of life if we stay close to our faith.

His words reminded me of something I read earlier from Father Faber’s All for Jesus: "The cross is never sought but always welcomed when it comes, for it is through the cross that the soul enters its deepest communion with God." It seems fitting, especially after hearing Father Linnan speak of the cross being a path we must walk with trust and hope in God's plan for us.

After Mass, Sister Mary Claire and I lingered for a moment outside the church, breathing in the cool air. Mini and Father Linnan’s poodle, Beignet, had a little introduction of their own. At first, Mini was shy, but soon they were sniffing each other with curiosity. I think they’ll get along fine after a few more meetings.

Back at the cabin, the cold weather kept us inside for most of the day. While Sister Mary Claire worked on translating Antoinette's prayer book, I played ball with Mini for a little while, then curled up with All for Jesus near the window, where I could still see the lake rippling in the distance. The wind howled now and then, but it was cozy in the cabin, with the warmth of the fire keeping us comfortable. The day passed slowly, but in a good way, with peaceful moments of reflection.

As the evening closes, I offer this prayer:

O Lord, we thank You for this day,
Though the winds of autumn blow our way,
In every trial, help us see,
The path You walk ahead of me.
Through cold or storm, through peace or strife,
Lead us, O Christ, to eternal life.

Amen.

Love,
Kathy