Jesus Reveals Himself to Mary Magdalen

 

May 1st, 1956

Dear Diary,

The first day of May felt like the world had been gently washed and hung out in the sun. The breeze smelled like lilacs, and everything seemed to be blooming all at once. Sister Mary Claire reminded me that May is the Month of Mary, the Blessed Mother, and I promised to do something kind each day in her honor—even if it’s just a little thing, like saying an extra Hail Mary or being extra gentle with Mini.

Robert pulled up this morning right on time. His pickup was clean and shiny from last night’s rain, and Mini was already waiting at the end of the lane with her ears perked and her tail wiggling like mad. We climbed in, and Sister had her Meditation Book open on her lap. She told me we’d read it together later since there wasn’t time before Mass.

After we got back from church and took care of the chicken chores—feeding, watering, and gathering eggs—we sat on the bench near the coop and finished today’s meditation about Mary Magdalen. The hens were scratching around in the dirt, and the wind felt soft on my face.

The part that stayed with me the most said, “O my Jesus, speak to my heart, as Thou didst speak to Magdalen: say but one word to me and a light shall flood my soul.” I thought about how she stayed by the empty tomb when everyone else had left. She didn’t understand what had happened, but she stayed. And because she stayed, Jesus came.

I imagined what it would feel like to hear Him say my name. Just one word—and I would know it was Him, and everything inside me would feel full of light and love and peace. I want to be that kind of person. The kind who waits and listens and doesn’t give up.

Sister says Mary Magdalen’s love for Jesus was so big that even sadness couldn’t make her walk away. I asked Jesus to help me love Him like that—more than anything else, even if it’s hard.

Evening Prayer:
Dear Jesus,
Please speak to my heart like You did to Mary Magdalen. Even just one word from You would be enough to fill me with peace. I want to stay close to You always. And dear Mother Mary, this month is yours—help me live it well.
Amen.

Love,
Kathy