Church was filled with light and music this morning, and Father LeRoy said the apostles were changed forever when the Holy Spirit came. I pictured the wind and fire, and how they suddenly weren’t afraid anymore.
After Mass, Sister Mary Claire gave me the most beautiful cutout of Mary for my scrapbook. She’s praying with her eyes closed and a little golden flame above her head. Her mantle is crayon-blue and her dress is a deep red. I love her so much.
I packed a picnic basket with lunch for me and Mini, my scrapbook, the meditation book, and a carrot for Shaggycoat. The cave felt especially holy today. I sat by the grotto and read that the Holy Spirit is our light and strength. And that Mary didn’t say anything at Pentecost—she just prayed and waited, full of love. I glued her cutout in the center of the page and drew eleven little orange flames around her.
Mini had oatmeal and cream, and I saw Shaggycoat’s nose behind the rocks. I left the carrot and whispered, “Happy Pentecost.”
Evening Prayer:
Come, Holy Spirit, and help me be brave and loving like the apostles. And gentle like Mary. Amen.
Love,
Kathy
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