Dear Diary,
It was 18 degrees this morning, and the sky was a pale, wintry blue when Robert pulled up to take Sister and me to Holy Mass. We had already decided that from now on, we would go a half-hour early—either to read the meditation or say the Rosary. Last night, Sister and I watched The Catholic Hour, and Bishop Fulton Sheen said, “Don’t leave home without it,”talking about the Rosary. Sister smiled and said, “That settles it then—we bring it everywhere.” So before heading out this morning, I tucked mine into my pocket.
When we arrived at church, we found a quiet pew and read today’s meditation. It was about the Eucharist—the miracle of miracles! I loved how it explained that the same love that filled Mary’s heart when Jesus was in her womb is the same love we receive at every Mass. I thought about that during the consecration, how Jesus comes quietly, just like He did in Bethlehem, hidden from the world, but truly here.
After Mass, Robert dropped us off at home, and I changed clothes and did the chicken chores. Omelette was her usual happy self, clucking and bustling about as if she had important business. I gathered the eggs, filling my basket with warm, big brown ones. It’s funny how the hens never seem to mind the cold. As I placed each egg carefully in my basket, I thought of today’s meditation again—how Jesus gathers us all into His heart just like I gather these eggs, tucking them safely into my care.
Later in the afternoon, I took a quick walk to the cave, not so much to be alone, but to be with Jesus and Mary in my heart. The stillness of the cave made it easier to listen. I closed my eyes and thought of the Eucharist, how Jesus is always with me, hidden but real, just like He was in Mary’s womb. “Jesus, You satisfy every hunger,” I whispered. I stayed there a little while, letting my heart rest with Him and Mary, like a child safe in their love.
Mini was waiting for me when I got back, her little bottom wagging as if she knew I had been off to do something important. Sister was finishing up in the kitchen, and the house was warm with the smell of something good baking. We ended the day with quiet prayers by the fire, Mini curled up at my feet.
Dear Jesus,
Thank You for the gift of the Eucharist, for coming to us again and again with the same love You had when You were in Mary’s arms. Let my heart be a manger for You, a quiet place where You are always welcome.
Bless Sister, Father LeRoy, Robert, and all who love You. Watch over the hens in their coop, Mini in her bed, and keep our little home safe tonight.
And dear Mother Mary, please remind me—just like Bishop Sheen said—never to leave home without my Rosary.
All for Jesus!
Amen.
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