Dear Diary
Robert picked us up for Mass this morning in his pickup. Mini heard the truck before I did and was already waiting at the door with her ears up and her little backside wiggling. Sister Mary Claire and I put on our sweaters and hurried out to meet him. The sky looked like fresh-washed linen, and the gravel was still damp from last night’s rain.
As we bumped along the road, Robert asked if we remembered the Gospel verse—the one that says “Ask, and it shall be given to you; seek, and you shall find; knock, and it shall be opened.” I said it was one of my favorites because it makes me feel like Heaven’s door really will open if I just keep knocking.
Robert smiled a little and told us a story. When he was a boy, he kept asking his pa for a flashlight, but never got one. Then one stormy night, when the lights went out, his pa handed it to him without a word. “He waited until I needed it,” he said. Sister Mary Claire said quietly, “That’s exactly what God does—He waits for the perfect time.”
After Mass, we didn’t talk right away. It felt like we were all thinking about the same thing. Finally, Sister said how easy it is to get discouraged when we don’t see answers. But she reminded us that prayer isn’t about getting what we want—it’s about being close to Jesus and learning to trust Him.
In the afternoon, I slipped away to the cave with Mini. The path was soft with leaves, and I let my fingers trail along the ferns as we walked. Inside the cave, the light was dim and green, and the sound of the little stream echoed gently against the stone.
I sat on the mossy rock near the back and folded my hands. The air was cool on my cheeks. I thought about what the meditation said—that the prayer of someone humble pierces the clouds. I’m not sure I’m very good at being humble, but I do know how much I need Jesus. And maybe that’s what counts.
So I prayed the only way I knew how—quietly and honestly. I told Him that I want to trust Him more, even when my prayers feel small. Mini laid her head against my leg like she understood everything.
Dear Jesus, thank You for always listening. Help me keep knocking, even when the door stays closed a little longer. I want my heart to be open even when Heaven feels far away. Please stay close.
Love,
Kathy
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