Before the World Woke

I woke early, left Sister Mary Claire a note, and walked with Mini to the cave. The world was quiet, and the creek whispered past the grotto, like a prayer in motion.

Inside, I lit the lantern. Mini curled up on her rug, and I sat at my Underwood to begin the day the best way I know how.

Morning Prayer

In the name of God the Father, and the Son, and the Holy Ghost. Amen.

Oh dear Lord, I love You so much! You’re the most high and holy Trinity—one God, not three—and You pulled me up out of the deep dark when I didn’t even know I was lost. You made me in Your image, even though I’m just a little person in this big world. And when I was far from You, You found me and saved me in such a wonderful way.

Praise be to You forever, my sweet Savior, Jesus Christ!

Help me to be Still

Dear Diary,

My Underwood was waiting for me in its usual spot inside the cave. From where I sit and type, I can see Our Lady’s little grotto so clearly—her gentle face watching over me while I work. It always makes me feel calm, like I’m not alone in here at all.

Mini flopped down at my feet with a sigh, and Omelette nestled quiet in her sling. Shaggycoat met us near the cave entrance, sniffed the air like he always does, and then hurried back to the creek with a splash that made Mini lift her head.

Today’s Meditation was about how Jesus stood silent before Pilate. He didn’t try to explain Himself or fight back—He just stood there, quiet and loving us through all of it. That silence must’ve hurt more than words could say.

When I look at Mary’s grotto, I wonder if she stood silently too, trusting even when it hurt. I want to be like that—quiet, brave, and close to Jesus.

Dear Jesus, help me to be still and gentle like You. When I want to defend myself or speak without thinking, remind me of Your silence. And Mary, help me see things with love the way you did. Amen.

Dear Diary,

My Underwood was waiting for me in its usual spot inside the cave. From where I sit and type, I can see Our Lady’s little grotto so clearly—her gentle face watching over me while I work. It always makes me feel calm, like I’m not alone in here at all.

Mini flopped down at my feet with a sigh, and Omelette nestled quiet in her sling. Shaggycoat met us near the cave entrance, sniffed the air like he always does, and then hurried back to the creek with a splash that made Mini lift her head.

Today’s Meditation was about how Jesus stood silent before Pilate. He didn’t try to explain Himself or fight back—He just stood there, quiet and loving us through all of it. That silence must’ve hurt more than words could say.

When I look at Mary’s grotto, I wonder if she stood silently too, trusting even when it hurt. I want to be like that—quiet, brave, and close to Jesus.

Dear Jesus, help me to be still and gentle like You. When I want to defend myself or speak without thinking, remind me of Your silence. And Mary, help me see things with love the way you did. Amen.

Love,

Kathy 🕊️r />Love,

Kathy 🕊️