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
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
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