March 2, 1956
Dear Diary,
I missed Holy Mass again today. Sister Mary Claire thought I needed more time to recover from this bad cold, though I feel much better than before. Mini has been curled up beside me all day, never leaving my side, as if she knows I need her close.
I spent the morning by the fire, wrapped in my scarf, looking at my book. I stopped on a picture of Our Lady holding the Child Jesus. Her face is so gentle, her arms wrapped securely around Him. Jesus leans against her as if He knows there is no safer place. I thought about how, even though I wasn’t at Mass, I could still be close to Him—just by resting in Mary’s arms like He did.
I whispered a little prayer, asking her to hold me too, just like she held Jesus. And somehow, I felt warm inside, like I wasn’t missing anything at all.
Evening Prayer:
Sweet Mother, keep me close to you. Let me rest in your arms as Jesus did, and teach me to love Him more. Amen.
Goodnight, dear Diary.
Love Kathy
I missed Holy Mass again today. Sister Mary Claire thought I needed more time to recover from this bad cold, though I feel much better than before. Mini has been curled up beside me all day, never leaving my side, as if she knows I need her close.
I spent the morning by the fire, wrapped in my scarf, looking at my book. I stopped on a picture of Our Lady holding the Child Jesus. Her face is so gentle, her arms wrapped securely around Him. Jesus leans against her as if He knows there is no safer place. I thought about how, even though I wasn’t at Mass, I could still be close to Him—just by resting in Mary’s arms like He did.
I whispered a little prayer, asking her to hold me too, just like she held Jesus. And somehow, I felt warm inside, like I wasn’t missing anything at all.
Evening Prayer:
Sweet Mother, keep me close to you. Let me rest in your arms as Jesus did, and teach me to love Him more. Amen.
Goodnight, dear Diary.
Love Kathy
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