This morning after Mass, Sister Mary Claire invited Robert to stay for breakfast since he had brought us home and is always giving us rides to church. We had scrambled eggs and buttered toast with blackberry jam, and Mini settled herself under the table like she was hosting the whole thing.
After we finished eating, Sister read aloud today’s meditation from Jesus, the Model of Religious. It was called The Holy Ghost Dwells in the Souls of the Just. I didn’t read along—just listened while they talked and took notes in my little notebook.
Sister said something that stayed with me: “The Holy Ghost doesn’t just visit us—He dwells in us. That means He stays.” Robert added that our souls are like living chapels, and when we’re in the state of grace, the Holy Ghost is really at home in us. I wrote that down carefully.
Then Sister said, “Kathy, when you do your duties with love, when you forgive, when you pray, the Holy Ghost stirs inside you like a little flame.” That part gave me goosebumps. Robert nodded and said we need to guard our hearts like sacred places.
This evening, Sister read Psalm 84 to us before bed: “How lovely are Thy tabernacles, O Lord of Hosts.” It made me think—my heart is meant to be a tabernacle too.
Here’s my prayer tonight:
Come, Holy Ghost, stay in my heart and make it Your home. Keep me gentle and faithful and full of light. Help me live like someone You’d be proud to dwell with. Amen.
Mini’s already tucked under the bed, quiet as can be.
Love,
Kathy
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