Dear Diary,
Today’s walk home from Church was beautiful. The air was crisp, and the leaves crunched under our feet as Sister Mary Claire, Mini, and I made our way back along the familiar path. Sister was explaining today’s gospel reading from Luke, and I hung on every word as she told the story of how Jesus chose His apostles. She said that before making such an important choice, Jesus spent the night in prayer, seeking guidance from His Father. Sister told me it was a reminder that big decisions should come from a heart open to God, filled with prayer and trust. I imagined Jesus on that quiet hilltop, praying for each person He would call.
After lunch, I decided to take Mini for an afternoon visit to the cave. The woods were peaceful, and Mini bounded ahead, happily exploring every scent along the path. Just as we reached the entrance to the cave, we saw a familiar little friend—Shaggy Coat! He was perched near the water, and when he saw us, he gave a little wiggle and seemed to decide that we were safe company. Mini gave him a soft bark of greeting, and he stayed nearby, our quiet afternoon guest.
Inside the cave, I settled beside the grotto of Mary, letting the stillness wrap around me like a warm blanket. Mini lay down at my side, resting her head on her paws, while Shaggy Coat kept a watchful eye from the shadows. I pulled out All for Jesus and let myself get lost in its pages, grateful for this place and this peaceful afternoon.
As the light began to fade, we made our way back to Camp Littlemore. The sky turned a gentle dusk, with stars beginning to peek out above. It was a quiet, perfect end to the day.
Tonight, as I end this day, I’ll close with a prayer:
"O Holy Mother, may I always seek the quiet peace of Your Son, letting my heart be filled with love and trust. Thank You for the beauty of this day and the quiet gift of this sanctuary. Amen."
Today’s walk home from Church was beautiful. The air was crisp, and the leaves crunched under our feet as Sister Mary Claire, Mini, and I made our way back along the familiar path. Sister was explaining today’s gospel reading from Luke, and I hung on every word as she told the story of how Jesus chose His apostles. She said that before making such an important choice, Jesus spent the night in prayer, seeking guidance from His Father. Sister told me it was a reminder that big decisions should come from a heart open to God, filled with prayer and trust. I imagined Jesus on that quiet hilltop, praying for each person He would call.
After lunch, I decided to take Mini for an afternoon visit to the cave. The woods were peaceful, and Mini bounded ahead, happily exploring every scent along the path. Just as we reached the entrance to the cave, we saw a familiar little friend—Shaggy Coat! He was perched near the water, and when he saw us, he gave a little wiggle and seemed to decide that we were safe company. Mini gave him a soft bark of greeting, and he stayed nearby, our quiet afternoon guest.
Inside the cave, I settled beside the grotto of Mary, letting the stillness wrap around me like a warm blanket. Mini lay down at my side, resting her head on her paws, while Shaggy Coat kept a watchful eye from the shadows. I pulled out All for Jesus and let myself get lost in its pages, grateful for this place and this peaceful afternoon.
As the light began to fade, we made our way back to Camp Littlemore. The sky turned a gentle dusk, with stars beginning to peek out above. It was a quiet, perfect end to the day.
Tonight, as I end this day, I’ll close with a prayer:
"O Holy Mother, may I always seek the quiet peace of Your Son, letting my heart be filled with love and trust. Thank You for the beauty of this day and the quiet gift of this sanctuary. Amen."
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