This morning, Sister Mary Claire read today’s meditation to me while I braided my pigtails. It was all about true glory hiding in the Blessed Sacrament—how Jesus is the greatest King even when He looks like just a little piece of bread. I kept thinking of how He chose a stable for His birth and now chooses our tiny tabernacle at St. Mary’s.
After chores, Mini trotted beside me down the path to the cave. The creek was gurgling loud after last night’s rain, and Shaggycoat popped his head out of the water with a happy splash—almost like he wanted to hear the meditation too! Inside the cave, everything felt hushed. I lit the stubby candle in front of the grotto statue of Our Lady and told Jesus I wanted Him to be the fire in my heart, just like Sister said. Mini flopped at my feet, ears perked, while Shaggycoat busied himself stacking little twigs near the stream. Even a beaver knows real work is done quietly!
On the walk home, I practiced letting Jesus be my hidden King. I thanked Him for plain things—the smell of fresh hay, the cool shade of the grotto, and the warm supper Sister made of soup and bread. No gold needed—just love.
Now it’s night. Mini is curled under my bed, already snoring soft squeaks, and I can almost hear Shaggycoat pattering around his dam. Before I blow out the lamp, here is my little prayer:
Evening Prayer
Dear Jesus, King of my heart, hide me in Your love like You hide in the Host.
Teach me to choose quiet ways instead of showing off.
Make my heart a tiny throne where You can rest.
Mary, help me say yes to whatever God wants tomorrow.
Amen.
Goodnight, Diary.
Love,
Kathy
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