Peace be With You

January 31, 1956

Dear Diary,

As Sister Mary Claire and I stepped into church this morning, Father was already there to greet us. With a warm smile, he said, “Peace be with you.” How strange, I thought, since Sister and I had just gotten up early to read our morning meditation, which was all about the peace of Christ. But then, of course, I remembered that Father used the same book we did, Jesus, the Model of Religious, for his own daily meditations.

The peace of Christ… what a beautiful and deep thing to ponder. As we settled into our pew, I reflected on how peace is not just a feeling but a gift from God that requires surrender and trust. During his homily, Father spoke about today’s meditation, explaining that Christ’s peace is threefold: peace with God, peace with our neighbor, and peace within ourselves.

True peace, he said, does not mean a life without struggles but a heart that remains steady in God’s will, even when things are difficult. “Nothing happens without divine dispensations,”Father reminded us, quoting from our meditation book. “Even the smallest happenings of daily life are part of God’s loving plan to lead us to our final home in Heaven.”

Peace with our neighbor, he continued, is just as important. It means being patient with others, bearing their faults without complaint, and letting go of our own selfish desires for the sake of harmony. As I listened, I thought of how easily I can get frustrated when things don’t go my way or when I feel misunderstood.

Peace within ourselves, he concluded, is the hardest of all to attain because it requires constant struggle against our own passions and weaknesses. But Christ promises that by resisting them rather than serving them, we will find true peace.

After Mass, Mini was busy as ever, wagging her little bottom and saying goodbye to people at the door. Another dog had come to church as well, and Mini was delighted to meet a new friend. She wanted to stay and play, circling and sniffing, her excitement barely contained. But we couldn’t stay and I coaxed her along for the walk home.

The sky is still clear, and though the temperatures seem to be moderating, there is still no sign of snow. Maybe Sister Mary Claire’s forecast wasn’t so accurate this after all.

The afternoon was quiet. I made a quick trip down to the cave with Mini, bringing along my book, All for Jesus. It felt peaceful there, just me, Mini, and the gentle sounds of the sanctuary. The words I read reminded me again of today’s meditation—how peace is found in loving God’s will, not fighting against it. I stayed a while, thinking and praying, before finally heading back home.

Dear Lord,

Thank You for the gift of Your peace, a peace that the world cannot give. Help me to seek it, not in comfort or ease, but in conforming my heart to Your holy will. Teach me to be patient with others, to bear their faults with love, and to seek harmony rather than my own way. When I struggle against my own weaknesses, remind me that true peace comes from resisting sin, not surrendering to it.

Lord, I pray for all those who are restless tonight, those who do not know Your peace. May they find in You the quiet refuge that only Your love can provide. Grant peace to the weary, to the sorrowful, and to all those searching for meaning in their lives.

And Lord, if snow does come, let it remind me of the quiet beauty of Your creation, and of the stillness You call us to embrace within our souls.

Amen.

The Surest Proof of Love

 
January 30, 1956

Dear Dairy,

This morning, the air was crisp, but at 31°, it felt rather mild for the end of January. Still, as Mini and I walked to church, the frost crunched underfoot, and I kept looking at the sky, wondering if Sister Mary Claire’s prediction would come true—that we’d have snow in milder weather. The air had that stillness, that hush that sometimes comes before a snowfall, as if the world is waiting.

We arrived early, as we often do, and settled into our pew to read through the meditation for today. The words struck me deeply—“He that hath My commandments and keepeth them; he it is that loveth Me.” It made me think about how easy it is to say we love God, but the true test is in how we live each day. Sister and I talked about it before Mass, and she explained that love isn’t just a feeling; it’s shown in our actions, in our faithfulness to God’s will.

While waiting, I noticed a book on the podium. Curious, I walked up and saw that it was Father’s copy of the meditation book—the very same one Sister and I use. How sweet that was! It made me think how his homily might align with what we had just read, deepening our understanding even more.

During Mass, Father spoke of the meditation, explaining that true love of God isn’t measured by emotions or how much we feel devotion, but by our obedience. “Who keepeth My commandments, he it is that loveth Me.” He reminded us that many people look for holiness in long prayers or rituals but forget that love is proven in the everyday choices we make to follow God’s will. It was almost as if he had been sitting there with us before Mass, hearing our very discussion! On the walk home, Sister Mary Claire added that this is what makes saints—not grand gestures, but small, daily acts of faithfulness.

Lunch was simple but satisfying—egg salad sandwiches on Sister Mary Claire’s homemade Wonder Bread. There’s nothing quite like fresh, homemade bread, soft and perfect for sandwiches.

In the evening, we heard the terrible news of a helicopter crash in the East—it had collided with a plane, and all aboard were killed. And closer to home, at the corner of the farm, a truck driver, only 28 years old and from Chicago, died in a collision with another truck. I couldn’t stop thinking about him. Did he have a wife? Children waiting at home for him? It made me think of today’s meditation—how life is uncertain, and how important it is to live each moment in obedience and love for God.


Before bed, Sister and I prayed especially for them.

Dear Lord, we lift up to You the souls of those who perished in the air collision and the young truck driver who was taken from this life so suddenly. May their souls rest in Your mercy, and may their families find comfort in the hope of eternal life. Sustain those who grieve, Lord, and help us all to live each day in readiness, keeping Your commandments out of love for You. Amen.

Egg Salad Recipe

• 6 hard-boiled eggs, peeled and chopped

• 2 tbsp mayonnaise

• 1 tsp mustard (yellow or Dijon)

• 1 tbsp finely chopped celery (optional)

• 1 tbsp finely chopped onion (optional)

• ½ tsp salt

• ¼ tsp black pepper

• A pinch of paprika for garnish


1. In a bowl, mash the eggs with a fork until they reach your desired consistency.

2. Stir in the mayonnaise, mustard, celery, onion, salt, and pepper.

3. Mix until well combined and creamy.

4. Serve on Sister Mary Claire’s homemade Wonder Bread.

A simple meal, but one made better by good bread and good company.

The Way to the Father

 

January 29, 1956

Dear Diary,

The morning air was unusually warm for January, and I was filled with excitement as I stepped outside. But Sister reminded me with a knowing smile that such temperatures often invite snowfall. I glanced up at the sky, half-expecting to see the first flakes drifting down, but for now, all was still.

We walked the gravel road to church, just the two of us with Mini trotting at our side. The road was quiet, as it always is, stretching ahead with no travelers in sight. It’s a peaceful walk, giving us time to talk about the day. When we arrived at church, we slipped into the first pew by the fire, warming our hands as we read our daily meditation before Mass.

It was a continuation from yesterday—Jesus instructing His disciples that He is the Way to the Father. I thought about those words as we read, and then again as Father LeRoy gave his homily. It was as if he had read the very same meditation, his words echoing the lesson on Christ being the only Way. It made me think how carefully God guides us, setting reminders in our path just when we need them.

As I reflected on the meditation, I remembered the old Swiss image that Vreni had shown me—the one of the two women climbing the mountain to the crucifix. The narrow, rocky path they traveled looked so difficult, yet they pressed on, their eyes fixed on Christ. That image stays with me, reminding me that the road to heaven is steep and sometimes treacherous, but it is the only path worth walking.

The afternoon was spent preparing for the snow Sister was sure would come. We did a bit of cleanup around the yard, clearing away anything that might get buried under a fresh blanket of white. Then, of course, there was Omelette and the other brown hens to tend to. Omelette clucked softly as I spread fresh straw in her nest, her warm little body nestled in like she already knew the cold was on its way.

As the evening settled in, my thoughts returned to the meditation. Jesus is the only Way. How often do I try to find my own path, thinking I know best, only to lose my way? But He is always there, waiting to guide me back.

Evening Prayer:

O my Jesus,
Who hast said, “I am the Way, the Truth, and the Life,”
I thank You for showing me the path to the Father.

How often do I stray, seeking my own way,
forgetting that without You, I am lost?
Yet in Your mercy, You call me back,
patiently leading me home.

Teach me to follow You with a faithful heart,
to embrace humility and self-denial,
to trust in You above all things.
Like those women climbing the mountain,
may I never turn back when the way is difficult.
Hold out Your hand, O Jesus,
that I may take it and never let go.
I am Yours in life and in death. Amen.

With that prayer in my heart, I close this day in peace.

Goodnight, dear diary.

Love, Kathy

Heavenly Promises and Earthly Joys

January 28, 1956

Dear Diary,

Today’s meditation about Jesus’ promise to prepare a place for us in His Father’s house filled my heart with joy. It reminded me of the  calendar Sister Mary Claire has in our bedroom. Seeing Mary looking out from the window on that calendar, I felt she was guarding a tiny slice of heaven just for us.

Inspired, I asked Sister if we could move the calendar closer to my side of the bed. It wasn’t in any particular place, and she kindly agreed, fetching a hammer and nail to help me hang it just where I wanted. Now, each morning when I wake, I’ll see that image of Mary first thing, reminding me of the mansion waiting just over the hilltop, as the old spiritual song goes. I even added those lyrics to the front of the calendar: “I’ve got a mansion just over the hilltop.”

This afternoon was delightful, too. The temperatures rose into the 30s—chilly, but not cold—and Mini and I set about refreshing the chicken nests with new straw. Mini frolicked about, her mood as bright as the sun filtering through the clouds.

Evening Prayer:

Lord, as the stars watch over us this chilly night, let Your love fill our hearts and guide our actions. Help us to live by Your new commandment, loving each other as deeply and completely as You have loved us. Amen.

What simple yet profound joys today brought, Diary, all echoing the eternal promise of a home filled with God’s everlasting love.

Goodnight, Diary.

With a heart comforted by heavenly thoughts and earthly tasks,

Kathy

Love and Warmth on a Cold Day

Dear Diary,

This morning was especially chilly at 14 degrees, and because Robert was tied up with a carpentry job in Des Moines and couldn’t chauffeur us to church, Sister Mary Claire, Mini, and I wrapped up warmly and walked to the early service. Our breath misted in the cold air as we talked about the day and what we had to do.

We got to Church early and delved into the meditation on the New Commandment, “Love one another as I have loved you” (John 13, 34), and found that Father LeRoy’s homily resonated perfectly with the theme, enriching our morning meditation.

After Mass, we sat in the first pew by the fire, and Sister Mary Claire added another log. As the stove heated up, Mini cozied herself by our feet, and we talked about how we could actively practice the commandment of love. The fire’s glow was a comforting companion as we shared thoughts on this divine call.

After lunch we made our Monday egg delivery to the Breakfast Club and Tom kindly warmed up his pickup for us. With this help, we transported a full case of 30 dozen brown eggs to the four cousins at the Breakfast Club. The warmth of their greeting matched the warmth of the truck’s heater—both were much appreciated on such a frosty day.

Reflecting again on today’s spiritual bouquet, I resolve to show my love for Jesus by extending charity and patience to all, especially my fellow believers but I will work harder on the 'all' part.

Evening Prayer:

Lord, as the stars watch over us this cold night, let Your love fill our hearts and guide our actions. Help us to live by Your new commandment, loving each other as deeply and completely as You have loved us. Amen.

Goodnight, Diary.

With a heart grateful for warm trucks and warmer friendships,

Kathy

Faith and Warmth

January 26, 1956

Dear Diary,

This morning, Robert came by with his pickup already warmed up, turning it into a cozy sanctuary from the biting cold. Even though it was only six degrees above, the warmth inside wrapped around us like a comforting hug. Mini curled up on my lap, content as we made our way to Mass.

We arrived early, the church peaceful and still. Sister Mary Claire and I read the Gospel from Luke—how Jesus stood in the synagogue, declaring that the prophecy had been fulfilled in their hearing. It was such a powerful moment to imagine, the beginning of His public ministry, filled with hope and promise for all who would listen.

The meditation touched my heart today as it spoke of Mary preparing herself for the separation from Jesus. Knowing He would leave their home in Nazareth to fulfill His mission, she carried her sorrow with such quiet grace and faith. I thought about how deeply she must have loved Him and her willingness to let Him go for the sake of the world.

Father LeRoy’s homily brought it all together. He spoke about Jesus’ mission—bringing good news to the poor, freedom to the oppressed, and healing to the brokenhearted. He also reminded us how Mary’s faith was a guide for us, teaching us to surrender to God’s will, even when it feels difficult. Her strength inspires me to trust in God’s plan, no matter what.

When Mass was over, Robert had the pickup waiting for us, still warm. The cold hadn’t let up, but it didn’t bother us much as we drove home. Once inside, we changed into warm clothes and set to our chores.

Mini and I went out to gather eggs and feed the chickens. She dashed around barking at the geese to stay in line. Her little antics always make me laugh, no matter how cold or busy the day feels.

After dinner, Sister Mary Claire and I ended our day by listening to Bishop Barron’s Sunday Sermon. His words were such a blessing, reminding us of the beauty of our faith and the hope we carry as followers of Christ. I feel so grateful for moments like these that bring our hearts closer to God.


Dear Jesus,

We thank You tonight for Your endless love and the example of Your Blessed Mother. Help us to trust in Your plan, even when it asks something difficult of us, and to embrace the mission You’ve placed in our hearts with courage and joy.

May we, like Mary, offer ourselves completely to You, knowing that Your grace will carry us through. Bless those who work to bring warmth, comfort, and faith to others—especially Robert, who makes even the coldest days more bearable.

Grant us rest tonight and fill our hearts with peace as we prepare to serve You again tomorrow. Let Your light shine through us, touching the lives of everyone we meet.

Amen.

Goodnight, Diary. I’m thankful tonight for warm rides, joyful sermons, and Mini’s little wagging tail.

With love,
Kathy

Robert's Translation:

“Jesus Christ heals the blind man of Jericho. Deveria ind. Lecomte sculp… (Lettering continues):

As Jesus was leaving Jericho, accompanied by His disciples and a large crowd of people, there was a blind beggar named Bartimaeus, son of Timaeus, sitting by the road. Hearing that it was Jesus of Nazareth passing by, he began to cry out, saying: ‘Jesus, Son of David, have mercy on me.’ Everyone threatened him to make him be silent, but he cried out even louder: ‘Son of David, have mercy on me.’

Jesus stopped and commanded him to be called. The man, throwing off his cloak, rose and went to Jesus, who asked him: ‘What do you want Me to do for you?’ ‘Lord,’ the blind man replied, ‘make me see.’

Then, Jesus, touching his eyes, said to him: ‘Go, your faith has healed you.’ Immediately, the blind man regained his sight, and he followed Jesus, glorifying God. And all the people, seeing this miracle, also gave glory to God.”

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Dear Diary

Dear Diary,

January 25, 1956

This morning, as I stepped into the kitchen to warm my hands over the woodstove, I saw that Sister Mary Claire had circled today’s date--January 25th--on the calendar. I immediately knew it was a special day: the Feast of the Conversion of St. Paul. Sister explained that it celebrates the miraculous transformation of Saul into Paul, an enemy of Christ who became one of His greatest apostles.

The temperatures had moderated to 21 degrees, which was a relief after the bitter cold of the past weeks. Since Robert had to take a little job in town today, we couldn’t rely on him for a ride. But honestly, I was glad to walk again. The gravel road felt good under our boots, and the crisp air on our faces reminded us of God’s handiwork.

Mass was beautiful. Father LeRoy preached about how Christ’s light pierced the darkness of Saul’s heart, turning his fury into love and his zeal into grace. Afterward, Sister and I stayed to read the meditation on St. Paul’s conversion. It spoke of how Jesus, with infinite patience, stopped Saul in his tracks--not to punish him but to guide him toward truth. The line that struck me most was about how Saul’s blindness symbolized the inner light Christ was kindling in his soul.

I couldn’t stop thinking about Paul’s total surrender. The words, “Lord, what wilt Thou have me do?” echoed in my heart. Imagine being so open to God’s will that every action becomes a reflection of His divine plan! I prayed that I, too, could have the courage to trust Him that much.

For lunch, Sister made grilled cheese sandwiches with ketchup and sweet pickles on the side. It was simple but delicious--just the kind of meal to warm us up after the walk back home. Mini kept trying to nudge her nose toward the plate, but I managed to distract her with her squeak ball.

Now, as the day winds down, I find myself thinking about St. Paul’s readiness to leave everything behind for Christ. I want to carry that same spirit into my daily life, whether it’s walking to Mass, gathering eggs for the Breakfast Club, or taking care of Mini and Omelette.

Before bed, Sister Mary Claire and I knelt together for our evening prayer:

Dear Jesus,

We thank You for the example of St. Paul, who turned his heart fully to You and became a vessel of Your grace. May we, too, be transformed by Your light, letting it guide us through moments of doubt, fear, and uncertainty. Teach us to say, “Lord, what wilt Thou have me do?” in all things, surrendering ourselves to Your holy will.

Bless our family, our neighbors, and all those who, like Robert, work so hard to keep their homes and dreams afloat. Grant us the grace to find You in our everyday tasks and to love You with the same fervor St. Paul carried to the ends of the earth.

May we sleep peacefully tonight, trusting that You are always with us, and wake tomorrow ready to serve You anew.

Amen.

Goodnight, Dear Diary. My heart feels full tonight.

With love,

Kathy

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The Labor of Jesus in His Hidden Life

January 24, 1956

Dear Diary, 

 
Today started with a cozy ride in Robert’s pickup truck. He came by to pick up Sister Mary Claire, Mini, and me, and, as usual, he had the cab nice and warm. We arrived at church early again, which gave us time to read today’s meditation on the labor of Jesus in His hidden life. It reminded me of the love and patience Jesus must have shown in every task He did.

Robert shared how he relates to Jesus’ example, knowing the value of hard work himself. On the way home, we talked about how labor done with the right heart is pleasing to God. Once Robert dropped us off at the driveway, Mini and I ran ahead so I could put another stick of wood on the fire and get the house warmed up.

The rest of the day was busy but peaceful. Sister Mary Claire stayed inside to do the laundry and tidy up the house while I went out to take care of the chores. Mini and I gathered eggs from the coop—Omelette laid another big brown egg today!—and made sure the geese and chickens were all fed and content. Minnie loves running around the yard with me while I work.

When I came back inside, the fire was roaring, and the smell of Sister Mary Claire’s homemade tomato soup filled the kitchen. She served it with her famous Wonder Bread toasted, and it was just perfect after being out in the cold.

Sister Mary Claire’s Easy Homemade Tomato Soup

Here’s how she made it:

Ingredients:

• 2 tablespoons butter

• 1 medium onion, finely chopped

• 2 cloves garlic, minced (optional)

• 2 cups chicken or vegetable broth

• 2 (14.5 oz) cans of diced tomatoes (or 4 cups fresh tomatoes, chopped)

• 1 teaspoon sugar

• ½ teaspoon dried basil (or 1 tablespoon fresh basil, chopped)

• Salt and pepper to taste

• ½ cup heavy cream or milk (optional)

Instructions:

1. In a large pot, melt the butter over medium heat. Add the onion and cook until softened, about 5 minutes. If using garlic, stir it in and cook for another minute.

2. Add the broth, tomatoes, sugar, and basil to the pot. Bring everything to a gentle simmer and cook for 15-20 minutes to let the flavors blend.

3. Use an immersion blender to puree the soup until smooth, or carefully transfer it to a regular blender (in batches) and blend.

4. Stir in the cream or milk for a richer soup, if desired. Season with salt and pepper to taste.

5. Serve hot with toasted bread or crackers.

Sister Mary Claire said it’s a simple recipe but tastes like a warm hug. Minnie seemed to agree as she sat by the table, wagging her little bottom, hoping for crumbs!

Evening Prayer:

O Lord,
Thank You for the gift of this day,
for the labor that warms the home and feeds the soul.
May my work, however small, always bring glory to You,
just as Your Son labored with love and humility in Nazareth.

Amen.

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Obedience in the Little Things

 

January 23, 1956

Dear Diary, 

 

This morning began with Robert picking us up in his trusty pickup for Holy Mass. Mini claimed her usual spot on my lap, wagging her bottom as if she knew something exciting was ahead. We arrived at church early, so Sister Mary Claire and I had time to read today’s meditation: “He was subject to them” (Luke 2:51). Robert listened quietly as we reflected on the hidden life of Jesus and His loving obedience to Mary and Joseph.

Father LeRoy’s homily felt like it was written just for today’s meditation. He explained how Jesus, though He was God Himself, chose to submit with love and joy to His earthly parents. Father reminded us that Jesus’ hidden life wasn’t filled with grand miracles, but with simple, everyday acts of love and obedience. “By embracing His role in Nazareth,” Father said, “Jesus showed us that even the smallest tasks, done with love, have immense value in God’s eyes.”

He went on to explain that obedience isn’t about losing freedom—it’s about trusting God’s plan and offering our will to Him. He gave examples, like helping with family chores or being kind to others, and how these simple actions can be gifts of love. It made me think about how I can try harder to follow Jesus’ example, especially in the little things.

After Mass, Sister asked Robert to stop at the Breakfast Club. We brought along the chocolate cake she had baked for Caleb’s 23rd birthday. When we walked in, Caleb’s face lit up, and the whole place joined in singing “Happy Birthday.” He looked so happy, even if he tried to act shy about it. Afterward, we all sat down to a delicious breakfast of pancakes topped with soft, over-easy eggs and maple syrup.

Sister Mary Claire surprised us by paying for everyone’s breakfast, including Robert’s. She told him it was a small token of our appreciation for all the rides he’s given us to church and for bringing the firewood. Robert looked a little embarrassed but pleased, and I could tell it meant a lot to him.

Back home, the rest of the day flew by. I wrote a letter to Vreni, telling her all about Mini, Omelette, and Caleb’s birthday. Between writing, gathering eggs three times to keep them from freezing, and keeping the fire going, there was plenty to do. Thankfully, there were no frozen eggs today! Omelette spent most of the day indoors again, clucking happily on her roost by the fire. She’s starting to think this is her home, and honestly, I don’t mind having her around.

As I finished my chores, Father’s words stayed with me. The idea that even the smallest tasks, when done with love, can bring us closer to God is comforting. It reminds me that God sees meaning and beauty in all the little things we do each day.

We ended the day with this prayer:

“O my Jesus, teach me to love obedience, just as You did in Your hidden life. Help me to see You in every small task and offer my heart in all that I do.”

Goodnight, dear diary. Today was a day of blessings, big and small.

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THE HIDDEN LIFE OF JESUS AT NAZARETH

January 22, 1956

Dear Diary, 

This morning, Robert managed to get his pickup started, much to everyone’s relief. He picked us up for church, and Mini sat on my lap the whole ride, her little paws tucked neatly as if she were pretending to be a perfect lady. The sun shone brightly, and although it was still cold, the air felt softer, like the promise of warmer days to come.

At Mass, Father LeRoy's homily was all about the obedience of Jesus in His hidden life at Nazareth. It seemed perfectly in sync with today’s meditation: “He was subject to them” (Luke 2:51). Father spoke about how Jesus, though He is the Eternal Word of God, humbly obeyed Mary and Joseph. Sister Mary Claire leaned close during the homily and whispered that this lesson is for everyone, including me.

On the way home, Sister explained it more. She said that obedience doesn’t mean giving up who you are; it means offering your will to God with love and trust. She reminded me of the times I’ve helped with the chickens or stayed patient with Mini, even when I’d rather be sketching or reading. “Every little act of obedience is a gift to God,” she said, “just like Jesus gave in Nazareth.” I thought about how Jesus must have carried water, helped Joseph with carpentry, or listened to Mary’s instructions—all with the same love He gave on the Cross. It made me want to try harder in my own little ways.

Robert dropped us off at the end of the driveway. The snow crunched beneath our boots as we walked to the house, with Mini bouncing happily ahead. For lunch, we had split pea soup with bacon, hearty and warm, followed by Sister’s cinnamon rolls from the other day. The rolls were still soft and sweet, and the smell of cinnamon filled the whole kitchen.

Later, after evening prayer, I took Omelette back out to the chicken coop. The temperature had moderated enough for her to join her sisters. She clucked happily as she hopped down from my arms and rejoined the flock. Watching her settle in made me smile. It reminded me of today’s meditation—how Jesus, too, found joy and love in simple obedience.

We ended the day with this prayer:
“My Jesus, teach me to love obedience, just as You did in Your hidden life. Help me to see it not as a burden, but as a gift I can give to You every day.”

Goodnight, dear diary. May I grow in love for the small duties that lead me closer to Him.

"Our Lady of the Sacred Heart of Jesus, pray for us."

"100 days of indulgence: Pius IX, June 26, 1867. Granted in the Parish Church of St. Mary Major in Bologna."

Mary's Question

January 21st

Dear Diary

 

This morning, the thermometer showed minus 15 degrees. The cold seeped into everything, even the walls of the house. Robert was supposed to take us to church today, but he called to say his pickup wouldn’t start in this bitter weather. The world felt utterly still, as if the cold had paused everything.

Chores were difficult in this frigid air. I made quick trips to the chicken house to check on the hens and gather eggs, but even the chickens seemed subdued. Mini’s little walks were brief—just enough for her to stretch her legs before scurrying back inside. Omelette, as usual, was brought indoors for warmth. She seemed perfectly at home on her little broomstick roost and nest near the fireplace, clucking softly as the fire crackled.

This afternoon, I turned to the meditation for January 21st. It was centered on Mary’s question to Jesus: “Son, why hast Thou done so to us?” I imagined her searching for Him, her heart heavy with sorrow and worry, only to find Him in the Temple, calmly about His Father’s work. Her question wasn’t a rebuke but a mother’s tender plea, seeking to understand.

I reflected on how Mary kept these things in her heart, pondering them with trust and humility, even when the answers weren’t clear. How often do I feel the same—unsure of God’s plan, holding questions and worries in my heart? The meditation reminded me that, like Mary, I must bring these to Him, trusting in His timing and purpose.

The phrase “I must be about my Father’s business” lingered with me. It feels like a call to focus on what truly matters—loving God, serving others, and finding joy in the small duties He’s given me, even on days like today when everything feels harder.

The day ended quietly. After our evening prayer, I offered thanksgiving for the warmth of the fire, for Mini and Omelette’s company, and for the peace of God’s word.

We made hot chocolate before bed—two cups of milk warmed with a heaping spoonful of cocoa powder and sugar, stirred until smooth, with a pinch of salt for flavor. The warmth of the cup in my hands felt like a blessing on such a cold day.

Goodnight, dear diary. Tomorrow, I will try again to be about my Father’s business, trusting as Mary did.

Jesus in The Temple

January 20, 1956

Dear Diary,

This frosty Iowa morning, with the thermometer showing a chilly minus 6 degrees, meant Sister Mary Claire and I stayed home from Mass. We didn’t mind too much, though, as it gave us a cozy start to our day, filled with the smell of cinnamon rolls Sister was baking. While waiting for the rolls to rise, we dived into our morning prayers and a meditation that led us into the story of Jesus as a young boy teaching in the temple.

As Sister explained the passage about Jesus being considered lost and then found in the temple, my mind wandered a bit. I pictured Mini there, her little ball in tow, keeping Jesus company among the elders. I smiled at the thought, sure that Jesus would have enjoyed such innocent companionship, and they would have cared deeply for each other. Of course, once Mary and Joseph found Jesus, I’d definitely want my Mini back, wagging her little bottom with joy at our reunion!

Mini and I braved the cold for some quick walks throughout the day, each time hurrying back to the warmth of our house. I also brought Omelette in from the coop to shield her from the cold. She settled comfortably inside and proudly laid a brown egg in her nest by the stove.

As evening approached, Sister Mary Claire, Mini, Omelette, and I gathered by the fireplace, where the wood that Robert brought crackled warmly. We warmed ourselves by the fire and shared our evening prayers, reflecting on the day's lessons. Our prayer tonight felt especially heartfelt:

"Lord, as the night draws near, we thank You for the comfort of our home and the warmth of Your love. Thank You for the thoughtful wood Robert provided, which keeps our home so warm, and for the joy Omelette brings as she proudly contributes to our family. Help us to find You in the quiet moments and in the shared warmth of meals and conversations, just as Mary and Joseph found Jesus in the temple. Protect us through the night, and awaken us with hearts ready to follow Your path. Amen."

Today was a day of warmth, both of the heart and home, dear Diary.

Goodnight, Kathy

The Wedding Fest at Cana

January 19, 1956

Dear Diary,

Today's Gospel reading during Mass was about the wedding at Cana, from John 2:1-11. It's the story where Jesus performs His first miracle by turning water into wine, showing us that with faith, the most ordinary things can become extraordinary. It made me think about how little acts of kindness can transform a day, just like water turned into wine.

Speaking of kindness, it was a frosty morning here, with the thermometer showing a chilly minus 6 degrees! Just when Sister Mary Claire and I were bundling up for the cold walk to Church, our neighbor Robert called. He offered to pick us up in his pickup, which was such a warm and welcome gesture—literally! His truck was toasty warm when he arrived, and what a treat that was for all of us. Yes, even Mini was there; she sat on my lap and seemed to enjoy the warmth as much as we did.

Robert's pickup was loaded down with dry ash firewood, which he kindly left for us when he brought us home. It was just like the miracle at the wedding—what we needed was generously provided, turning our cold day into a warm and joyous one. It's amazing how the Gospel comes to life in the most unexpected ways!

As we settled in for the night, Sister Mary Claire turned on the little Swiss radio to Bishop Robert Barron's Sunday Sermon. Listening to him discuss today's Gospel and the power of faith was the perfect ending to our day.

Now, as we ready ourselves for sleep, we join our hearts in prayer:

Heavenly Father, thank You for the warmth of friendship and the unexpected blessings of this day. As we rest tonight, keep us safe and warm, and renew our spirits to serve You and others with joyful hearts. Amen.

Love, Kathy

A Chilly Day at Home

 

January 18, 1956

 

Dear Diary,

The bitter cold—just 10 degrees—kept us home from morning Mass, but Sister Mary Claire and I are planning to attend evening Mass later. The warmth of the stove has been a blessing today, and even Mini has been content to curl up near it, keeping cozy.

I’ve spent much of the day reflecting on the Holy Family’s journey back from Egypt after reading today’s meditation. What an incredible act of trust and faith it must have been for Saint Joseph to lead Mary and little Jesus back to their homeland. They had fled to Egypt in fear and uncertainty, and now, after Herod’s death, they were returning on the angel’s instruction.

I imagine Saint Joseph as a quiet and steadfast protector, always aware of the dangers but never wavering in his faith. Mary, with her unshakable trust in God, must have been a source of great strength and calm. And little Jesus, with His innocence and divine presence, brought them joy and comfort, even on such a difficult journey.

I found an old holy card today that captures their journey beautifully. It shows the Holy Family resting under a tree. Saint Joseph offers a bowl of fruit to Mary, while Jesus, nestled beside her, reaches out with curiosity. A donkey rests nearby, a reminder of their long travels. The scene feels so peaceful, yet it speaks to the sacrifices they made and the love they shared. I’ll paste the card into this diary entry as a reminder of their example of faith and trust in God’s plan.

This evening, as Sister and I walk to Mass, I’ll carry the Holy Family’s journey in my heart. Their courage and unity inspire me to trust in God’s guidance, even in times of uncertainty.

Dearest Lord,

Thank You for the example of the Holy Family and the inspiration they bring to my life. Like Saint Joseph, help me to trust in Your will, even when the path is unclear. Like Mary, grant me the strength to walk faithfully beside You. And like Jesus, may my heart be innocent and open to Your love. Bless our journey to Mass tonight and keep all those who are struggling in Your care.
Amen.

A Morning Prayer from Grandma

January 17, 1956

Dear Diary,

This evening, Sister Mary Claire read to me from Grandma’s old German prayer book. The words were so beautiful, but I couldn’t understand much of it at first. Sister, with her kind way of explaining things, helped me see what the prayer was saying.

It was all about how small we are before God and how big His love is for us. After Sister explained it, I decided to write it down in my own words so I could use it for my morning prayer:

“Dear Lord, You are so great, and I am so small. But even though I’m little, I want to love You and praise You every single day of my life. You are the King of heaven and earth, and You made me in such a wonderful way. You’ve given me so many blessings, and I’m so thankful for each one. Please, Lord, give me Your grace so I can always serve You and love You, no matter what.”

It felt special, like I was holding onto something from Grandma, but also making it my own. I can imagine her saying these words in her soft voice, and now I’ll say them too. Tomorrow morning, I’ll pray it for the very first time.

Goodnight, dear Diary.

"Jesus, Mary, and Joseph, I give you my heart and my soul."

With love,
Kathy

A Vision on The Tapestry

January 16, 1956

Dear Diary,

After Mass, Sister Mary Claire and I sat by the wood-burning stove in the church, where Father LeRoy’s fire was still glowing strong. We read the meditation about the Holy Family’s time in Egypt, and Sister Mary Claire’s gentle voice made it so easy to imagine the scenes she described. She spoke of their hardships, their love for each other, and their trust in God, even when everything seemed uncertain.

As she spoke, my imagination carried me away. I saw a large tapestry hanging in My Cave, suspended on an old wooden rod that looked like it came straight out Egypt. The tapestry was so vivid, like it had always been there, and on it were Jesus, Mary, and Joseph. Mary was holding baby Jesus, her face glowing with love, while Joseph stood nearby, watchful and strong. I could see them so clearly, not just as a picture but as if they were real—right there in the cave with me.

I sat in awe, amazed at my own imagination, but then I felt something strange, as if the vision had come from somewhere outside of me. It puzzled me, and for a moment, I couldn’t tell if I had made it up or if it had been given to me. Suddenly, I woke out of my daydream and turned to Sister Mary Claire, blurting out, “I saw Jesus! I saw Mary and Joseph! I saw them, Sister, I saw them!”

Sister Mary Claire gave me her sweet smile and gently said, “We must be going now.” She stood, and we began our walk home. But all the way home, I couldn’t stop saying it: “I saw them, Sister! I saw them on the canvas! I saw them in the cave on the canvas!”

Even now, as I write this, I’m not sure what it all meant, but it felt so real. Maybe it was just my imagination, or maybe it was something more—a little glimpse of heaven right here in my quiet little world.

Goodnight, dear Diary.

“Jesus, Mary, and Joseph, I give you my heart and my soul.”

With love,

Kathy

Obedience and Trust

January 15, 1956

Dear Diary,

This morning, Sister Mary Claire and I went to church early before Mass. Father LeRoy had already lit a nice fire in the big stove, and Mini curled up near it, perfectly content. The church was cozy and quiet as the sun began to rise. Outside, it was only 14 degrees, but inside, everything felt calm and safe.

Sister and I read today's meditation together about the obedience of St. Joseph and the Blessed Mother. It talked about how the angel told Joseph to take Mary and Baby Jesus and flee to Egypt in the middle of the night. Sister explained on the way home that their obedience was so perfect because they trusted God completely, even when His commands seemed difficult or strange. They didn’t question or complain but followed God's will with faith and love. Sister said that’s the kind of obedience I should pray for—a heart that trusts, loves, and says “yes” to God no matter what.

The walk home was cold, but the sun coming up made the frosty world look beautiful. When we got back, I went out to the chicken coop. My dear brown hen was on her nest, fluffing up her feathers and looking very pleased with herself. I reached under her and found the biggest brown egg I’ve ever seen! I think it must be a double yolk. It was so big that for a moment, I thought it was a duck egg! But the warm, brown color told me it was from my good brown hen.

Now it’s evening, and Mini is snoozing under the bed. The house is quiet except for the crackling of the fire. Sister Mary Claire is finishing her evening prayers, and I’ll say mine, too:

O Jesus, help me to trust You like Joseph and Mary did, even when I don’t understand Your plans. Teach me to love You more and obey You with all my heart. Amen.

Goodnight, dear Diary.

Love, Kathy

 

The Flight into Egypt

January 14, 1956

Dear Diary,

The day began bitterly cold, six degrees below zero. It was far too dangerous to make the walk to church, so Sister Mary Claire and I stoked up the fire early. The crackling warmth filled the room as we put on some steel-cut oats to simmer, filling the house with a comforting smell. While the oats cooked, we knelt together, praying and reading the daily meditation. Today’s reflection was about the flight into Egypt—how St. Joseph was told by the angel to take Mary and the baby Jesus and flee.

Sister Mary Claire explained it beautifully, helping me imagine their journey. She said: “Even though they left everything behind in the dead of night and faced so much uncertainty, their trust in God’s Providence carried them through. Each step St. Joseph took, each breath Our Lady whispered over the Child, was a testament to their humble obedience and faith.”She reminded me that in our little sacrifices, we too can draw closer to Jesus.

Mini, as always, needed some coaxing to leave her cozy spot under the bed, but eventually, I got her outside for a brisk little walk. The cold air stung my cheeks, and Mini wasn’t keen to linger long. Back inside, Miss Brown Hen came in for the day, settling happily into her nest by the stove. She puffed up her feathers, seeming so content to be near the warmth. I think she would have stayed there forever if we let her.

Throughout the day, we checked the coop often and gathered eggs—several times, just to make sure none froze. The chickens were quite chatty today, maybe because of the frosty weather. I had the feeling they, too, were thankful for the snug barn and their grain.

The brutal cold leaves no room for mistakes or wasted time, but it also made the warmth of home feel all the more precious. Tonight, as I write, I feel so blessed to have our little stove, Sister Mary Claire’s kind words, and Mini curled up nearby.

O Mary, full of grace, shelter us as you sheltered the Holy Family in Egypt. Help me to trust as they trusted, even when the path is uncertain. Keep my heart warm with faith and my hands busy in service. Amen.

Steel-Cut Oats with Brown Sugar and Cream

To prepare the oats, use the following recipe:

• Ingredients

• 1 cup steel-cut oats

• 4 cups water

• A pinch of salt

• 1 tablespoon brown sugar (for topping)

• 1 pad of butter (about 1 teaspoon)

• 1/8 cup whipping cream to each serving


Directions

1. In a medium-sized pot, bring 4 cups of water to a boil. Add a pinch of salt.

2. Stir in the steel-cut oats, then reduce the heat to low. Let them simmer uncovered for 20–30 minutes, stirring occasionally to prevent sticking. Cook longer for a softer texture.

3. Once the oats are tender and creamy, ladle them into bowls.

4. Top each bowl with a sprinkle of brown sugar, a pad of butter, and a drizzle of whipping cream (about 1/4 cup).

5. Serve warm and enjoy—it feels almost like dessert instead of a hearty breakfast!

Goodnight, dear Diary.

Evening Prayer

 

Dear Lord,

Thank You for staying with us today. Now that it’s getting dark and quiet, please help us rest and feel safe. The day was busy, but You were there, even when it was hard. Please watch over everyone who needs You, especially the people in California with the wildfires.

I’m so thankful for the little things that make life easier, like Walter bringing over walnut firewood scraps for the stove. They burn so well and will keep us warm tonight. Thank You for neighbors like him who share their kindness.

Please give us a good night’s sleep and let tomorrow be full of Your peace.

Amen.

~ Kathy

A Morning Prayer for Today

Dear Lord,

Please stay close to us through this busy, crazy life. Be with us all day, even when it gets hard, until the sun sets and the world gets quiet again. Help us get through today’s work with love and patience. And please watch over the people who are facing such big troubles right now - like those in California with the wildfires. Protect them and give them hope. 

And when everything is done forever, let us be with You in peace.

Amen.

 
~ Love Kathy

The Prophecy of Simeon and the Church Mouse

January 13, 1956

Dear Diary,

Today was a special Monday, quiet and cold, with frost glittering on the church windows as Sister Mary Claire and I stayed behind after Holy Mass. We sat in the pew closest to the stove, where its warmth curled out like a hug. Sister said it was the perfect spot for a meditation, and I think she was right. Everything felt still and holy.

Sister explained the prophecy of Simeon to me, and I tried my best to understand. She said how Simeon held the little Baby Jesus in his arms and called Him the "Light of Nations" and the "Glory of Israel." It must have been such a joyful moment, but then he spoke about how Jesus would be "a sign to be contradicted"—how He would cause the rise and fall of many in Israel. Sister said Simeon was telling Mary and Joseph something very hard: that Jesus would be the Savior but also a stumbling block for those who would refuse Him.

Sister Mary Claire told me to imagine the love and longing of Christ's Heart, so ready to save everyone, but how some people would resist and reject Him, even though He was offering them everything. She said it’s like a gift—someone has to open it to see how wonderful it is. But not everyone wants the gift. I thought about that for a long time.

Just as I was deep in thought, Mini perked up, her little ears twitching. At first, I thought she was dreaming, but then a tiny country mouse scurried past, making a beeline for Father LeRoy's stack of firewood! Mini was so surprised that she wiggled out from under the pew. What happened next was the sweetest thing I’ve ever seen. Mini crept up to the woodpile where the little mouse was hiding, and, with her nose almost touching his, they had a tender and curious moment together. The mouse peeked out, his little whiskers twitching, and Mini just sat there, as if they were having a silent conversation.

That little mouse got me thinking, too. Maybe it didn’t know it was in a church—a holy place. But it came to the warmth and safety anyway, just like we do when we come to Jesus. I wonder if the mouse felt the peace here. Sister smiled and said, “God cares even for the smallest of His creatures, Kathy, even for field mice.”

We sat a little longer by the stove, and I thought about Jesus being a gift, like Sister said, and about how I never want to be the kind of person who resists Him.

Dearest Jesus, thank You for today’s meditation. Please help me to always love You and never reject Your gifts, no matter how small they seem. Help me to share Your warmth with others, like the stove in the church warmed me today. And if You are watching over the little field mouse, keep him safe, too. Amen.

31251

"Jesus' Baptism: A Lesson in Love and Humility"

Dear Diary

This morning, Sister Mary Claire and I went to Mass early at St. Mary’s. We brought our meditation book with us and stayed afterward to read the reflection on the Baptism of Jesus. It said how Jesus went to the Jordan to be baptized by John, even though He didn’t have any sins. Sister Mary Claire explained on the way home that Jesus didn’t need baptism for Himself, but He did it to show us how important it is and to make the waters holy for everyone else.

She said that when Jesus came out of the water, the heavens opened, and God’s voice said, “This is My beloved Son, in whom I am well pleased,” and the Holy Spirit came down like a dove. She said that when we are baptized, we become children of God too, and it’s the most amazing gift. I kept thinking about how humble Jesus was to be baptized like that, even though He didn’t need it.

When we got home, Mini was so excited to see us. Her little bottom was wagging like crazy, and she followed me around while I fed the chickens and gathered eggs. After chores, Sister Mary Claire made us a nice lunch of bread, butter, and jam with a glass of milk. It was simple, but it tasted so good.

This evening, we sat by the fire and listened to Bishop Robert Barron’s Sunday Sermon on my little Swiss radio while sipping Hot Cocoa. His homily was about the Baptism of Jesus too, and it made me feel like the whole day was wrapped around that moment at the Jordan River. I felt so grateful that God loves us enough to make us His children.

Dear Jesus, thank You for loving me so much and for making me God’s child through baptism. Please help me to stay close to You and do what is right. Help me to be humble, like You were, and to always try my best to make You happy. Amen.

With love,

Kathy