🌿When my words found a voice🌿
Dear Diary,
The day began at just 40 degrees, and I could see my breath in the air as Sister Mary Claire and I walked to the mailbox. We didn’t have to wait long—Robert rolled up in the pickup with a big grin and called out, “Want a ride?” We all laughed, and of course Mini hopped right in too.
We made it to Mass early, just as we hoped. Sister brought her meditation book, and we began quietly reading about Simon of Cyrene. Father must have been reading the same one, because his homily brought it to life in such a moving way. Between him, Sister, and Robert on the ride home, I felt like my heart had really walked beside Jesus. I could almost feel the wood of the cross and the dust of the road to Calvary.
Later in the afternoon, I took my diary and a little crucifix down to the cave. Mini trotted beside me, her ears alert. I spent time in John Hathaway’s room, flipping through my scrapbook I’d left there last time. The light in the cave was soft and warm. I sat for a while at the grotto, then just as I was heading out, Shaggy Coat slapped the water with his tail. It startled Mini, but made me laugh. That was his way of saying hello—or maybe goodbye.
I whispered a prayer before heading back.
O Jesus, help me carry even the littlest crosses with love.
Love, Kathy
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