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Dear Diary,
Vreni’s letter arrived today, and it brought such joy that my cheeks hurt from smiling! Inside was the Memorare prayer, all typed out with Vreni's new typewriter, which I will read as my evening prayer tonight. It’s such a beautiful prayer, and Sister Mary Claire told me that it was made famous by St. Bernard of Clairvaux, a devoted monk who loved Our Lady deeply. She said he often encouraged people to pray it in times of trouble, and it brings special graces. Isn't that wonderful? I feel so blessed to have a friend like Vreni, who shares her faith so warmly across the miles.
We didn’t make it to Church this morning, though, which feels a little odd. Last night, we stayed up too late watching an Alfred Hitchcock movie. I can still feel the suspense lingering! Sister Mary Claire said she had a hard time falling asleep afterward, and even Mini seemed unsettled, pacing around. This morning, we overslept entirely, which hardly ever happens, but it gave us the chance to have a slower day together.
Mini has been her usual loyal self, trotting from room to room to keep tabs on us. The wind has been howling outside—it’s a proper Iowa kind of day, cold and blustery at 50 degrees. Mini takes her role as family protector very seriously; she’s been barking at the wind as if it’s an intruder trying to sneak past her watch. I had to laugh when she gave up her post and curled up by the fire, still mumbling little growls under her breath.
Vreni’s letter is far too precious to keep tucked away, so I’ll paste it to the inside of this diary where I can always see it. That way, it will be like having a little piece of her here with me. For now, I’ll fold it neatly and slide it into my All for Jesus book until I can grab the paste.
Tonight, as I kneel to say the Memorare, I’ll think of Vreni and our shared faith. I’ll also think of St. Bernard and his wisdom. Iowa’s wind might try to steal my thoughts away, but I’ll offer them all to Our Lady.
Yours faithfully,
Kathy
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