Dear Diary
This morning, Sister Mary Claire and I read from John Hathaway’s Book on Prayer and Devotion. It’s one of those books that makes you quiet inside. Sister read aloud the part about how even though Jesus prayed for us and gave His life for us, it won’t truly change us unless we pray, too. That stayed with me all day. John Hathaway must’ve understood that well—how prayer is the way we open the door to everything God wants to give us.
Tonight we went to Holy Thursday Mass. Robert picked us up, and the church felt so still and sacred. Father LeRoy washed the feet of twelve parishioners, just like Jesus did. I watched the water spill and the towels being folded, and I thought, This is what love looks like—kneeling, not standing tall.
Then came the most beautiful part—when Father raised the Host and said, “This is My Body.” It gave me chills. Sister whispered that this is the night Jesus gave us the Blessed Eucharist, the very first Mass with His Apostles. I imagined myself there, leaning close like St. John, wanting to remember everything.
After Mass, I knelt for a long time. I thought about what I’d read this morning in John Hathaway’s book—that prayer pulls up the weeds and makes room for virtue to grow. I want to pray like that. I want to let Jesus wash my heart, like He washed their feet.
So tonight, before bed, I’ll kneel by the window and pray—not just with words, but with love.
Dear Jesus, let me stay close to You tonight and always—like St. John at Your side, and like John Hathaway in his quiet cave, praying for a heart full of You.
Love, Kathy
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