I woke up early today and took Mini for her walk, but I could barely make it home—I was so stiff and achy. As soon as I got back, Sister told me to go straight to bed and rest for the day. She said that the meditation she had planned would be too much for me and that instead, I should look at a picture of the Sacred Heart of Mary and make a little meditation of my own.
So, as I lay in bed, I looked at the holy picture of Our Lady and tried to quiet my heart. Her eyes are so gentle, full of love, like she is listening to me even though I don’t have the strength to say much today. Her hands point to her heart, and I think about how much love she has—how her heart burns with a fire that never goes out. It is a mother’s heart, always open, always ready to hold me close, especially when I don’t feel well.
I think of how she must have been tired sometimes too—after long days of caring for Jesus, walking from place to place, always watching over Him. Maybe she felt weak like I do now, but she never stopped loving. And even now, she still loves, still watches, still holds us close in her heart.
I place myself there, in her heart, where it is warm and safe. I tell her, “Dear Mother, I can’t do much today, but I give you my little sufferings. Keep me close to you, and help me love Jesus as you do.”
And then, I close my eyes and rest, knowing she is near.
Evening Prayer:
Sweet Mother, I place myself in your heart tonight. Hold me close, and teach me to love Jesus more and more. Amen.
Goodnight, dear Diary. Love Kathy
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