This morning, I lugged my new Underwood typewriter all the way down to the cave—Mini trotted beside me, curious as ever. I think thinking is better down there. It’s quieter, like the cave listens.
What stood out to me in today’s meditation was that Jesus didn’t just die for us— He stayed with us in the Blessed Sacrament, as the Lamb of God forever. That kind of love! I whispered “thank You” right there at the grotto, while Mini sniffed the moss.
I’m going to try to be more like Him—meek, gentle, and patient, especially when the chores pile up or the hens don’t cooperate. Even Omelette.
Love,
Kathy 🐾
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