Dear Diary,
Tonight I fell asleep in the cave again. Sister Mary Claire said it was alright as long as I had the warm blanket and my pillow, and Mini came down with me too, curling up the way she always does.
I had a dream that didn’t feel like a dream at all. It was more like I was still in the cave, only something holy was there. On the wall—right above where I lay—I saw the Blessed Sacrament, glowing softly in the golden monstrance. The light was quiet and warm, like it was alive. I couldn’t see everything clearly, but I just knew Jesus was there. I didn’t have to see His face. Somehow my heart recognized Him.
Mini sat up in the dream too—still and alert like she noticed something before I did. She didn’t bark or move, just remained on high alert, as if she understood something sacred was happening.
When I woke up, it was still dark, but I felt a calm so deep, like I had been with Jesus in the quiet. Not the kind of quiet that makes you feel alone, but the kind that feels safe—like someone is watching over you.
Maybe that’s what Jesus does in the Blessed Sacrament. He comes so close, even when we’re asleep. He hides His face, but He doesn’t hide His love.
Love,
Kathy
Tonight I fell asleep in the cave again. Sister Mary Claire said it was alright as long as I had the warm blanket and my pillow, and Mini came down with me too, curling up the way she always does.
I had a dream that didn’t feel like a dream at all. It was more like I was still in the cave, only something holy was there. On the wall—right above where I lay—I saw the Blessed Sacrament, glowing softly in the golden monstrance. The light was quiet and warm, like it was alive. I couldn’t see everything clearly, but I just knew Jesus was there. I didn’t have to see His face. Somehow my heart recognized Him.
Mini sat up in the dream too—still and alert like she noticed something before I did. She didn’t bark or move, just remained on high alert, as if she understood something sacred was happening.
When I woke up, it was still dark, but I felt a calm so deep, like I had been with Jesus in the quiet. Not the kind of quiet that makes you feel alone, but the kind that feels safe—like someone is watching over you.
Maybe that’s what Jesus does in the Blessed Sacrament. He comes so close, even when we’re asleep. He hides His face, but He doesn’t hide His love.
Love,
Kathy
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