Take a Deep Dive into Peter's Denial
March 21, 1956
Dear Diary,
Everything is cleared now as far as the snow goes, but what a slushy mess the roads have become! Robert said the churchyard hadn’t been cleared off yet, so Mass was canceled. It felt strange not walking to St. Mary’s this morning, but Sister Mary Clare and I made the best of it.
Robert came in early for coffee, already knowing Mass was off. He’d been up even before dawn and had read today’s meditation before coming over. As we sat around the table, steaming mugs in hand, we dove right into the threefold denial of St. Peter. I listened while Sister and Robert explained the meditation to me, how Peter’s downfall began with presumption—thinking himself too strong to fall—then neglecting prayer, and finally walking straight into the danger he should have avoided. It made me think how easy it is to believe we are stronger than we are, to assume we’d never deny Christ, and yet, even Peter, the Rock, stumbled.
Robert laughed when I told him about Shaggy Coat and how he’d survived the blizzard. He shook his head and said not to worry—Shaggy Coat knows how to handle this weather better than all of us put together. That made me smile, picturing him tucked away in his burrow, warm and snug while we struggled through the snow and slush.
Mini was especially interested in breakfast this morning, not just because she’s always interested in food, but because Sister served cinnamon rolls with the coffee. Robert was delighted, and I was too—it felt like a small treat on such a dreary day.
As the evening settled in, I ended the day with prayer, reflecting on Peter’s story.
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Everything is cleared now as far as the snow goes, but what a slushy mess the roads have become! Robert said the churchyard hadn’t been cleared off yet, so Mass was canceled. It felt strange not walking to St. Mary’s this morning, but Sister Mary Clare and I made the best of it.
Robert came in early for coffee, already knowing Mass was off. He’d been up even before dawn and had read today’s meditation before coming over. As we sat around the table, steaming mugs in hand, we dove right into the threefold denial of St. Peter. I listened while Sister and Robert explained the meditation to me, how Peter’s downfall began with presumption—thinking himself too strong to fall—then neglecting prayer, and finally walking straight into the danger he should have avoided. It made me think how easy it is to believe we are stronger than we are, to assume we’d never deny Christ, and yet, even Peter, the Rock, stumbled.
Robert laughed when I told him about Shaggy Coat and how he’d survived the blizzard. He shook his head and said not to worry—Shaggy Coat knows how to handle this weather better than all of us put together. That made me smile, picturing him tucked away in his burrow, warm and snug while we struggled through the snow and slush.
Mini was especially interested in breakfast this morning, not just because she’s always interested in food, but because Sister served cinnamon rolls with the coffee. Robert was delighted, and I was too—it felt like a small treat on such a dreary day.
As the evening settled in, I ended the day with prayer, reflecting on Peter’s story.
O Lord, help me to be watchful, to pray, and to trust in Your strength rather than my own.
O Lord, cast me not away from Thee!
Love, Kathy
O Lord, cast me not away from Thee!
Love, Kathy
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