I’ve been working on Chapter 3 of Catholic Crusoe—and oh, Diary, it might be my favorite yet! We finally get to explore the island! I wrote about the stone steps we climbed from the shore, and how the whole world suddenly changed from rocky to soft and green, like God rolled out a mossy carpet just for us. There’s even a stream that runs beside us like it’s guiding our way. Sister Mary Claire says it’s like a church made by God Himself, and that stuck with me. I wrote that line down just the way she said it.
Omelette came tapping in with her claws on the floor, and when I scooped her up and held her close, I whispered, “You’re a character in my book now, Miss Hen.” She looked at me with her little brown eyes like she already knew.
After lunch (cold ham and apple slices with some of Sister’s rye bread), I read the chapter aloud to Sister Mary Claire while she shelled beans. She smiled the whole time, and once she even wiped her eye. “It’s like a hymn, Kath,” she said. “A hymn in story form.”
Later we went out to the big rock—me, Sister, Mini, and Omelette. The corn is about 7 inches now, and the breeze was soft and smelled like the woods in my story. I brought my little sheaf of pages and reread what I wrote, letting the real breeze mix with the imagined one. Mini sprawled out in the shade and Omelette kept trying to hop into my lap.
Sister says good stories make you feel like you’ve been somewhere else and somehow closer to Heaven at the same time. That’s what I want this chapter to do. Maybe it already does. Maybe just a little.
Dear Lord,
Thank You for letting me walk through the mossy parts of my imagination today. Thank You for Sister Mary Claire, who helps me believe my stories matter, and for Omelette and Mini, who are always willing to go along with me. Please keep us under Your wings, like it says in the Psalm. I hope I can write more tomorrow, if it’s Your will.
Love,
Kathy 🐾
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