Dear Diary,
Today was filled with prayer. Sister Mary Claire prayed aloud the Little Office of the Immaculate Conception, and I listened with all my heart. Her voice was gentle and steady, almost like a song, and the words felt like they were filling up the whole room with light. I wished so much to pray it, too.
When I told Sister, she said, “Why don’t you take John Hathaway’s printer’s plate in the cave for inspiration, and draw Our Blessed Mother? Then we can hang your picture in the bedroom and use it when we pray together.”
So Mini and I went down to the cave. I brought my art pad and pencil, and I set myself near the light where I could see the Blessed Mother’s figure from the plate. Then I began to sketch. Slowly, the lines began to take shape — her robe, her folded hands, and the quiet way she seems to shine.
I worked all afternoon, with Mini curled nearby, happy to just be close. By evening, I could see Our Lady starting to appear on the page. I know it is only the beginning, but I think Sister will be glad. And I love the thought of kneeling one day with her before the picture, lifting our prayers together.
Evening Prayer:
O Mary, my Mother, bless my drawing tonight and let it bring us nearer to your gentle heart. Teach me to pray with joy and trust, and lead me always closer to your Son.
Love,
Kathy 🌿
Dear Diary,
Today was filled with prayer. Sister Mary Claire prayed aloud the Little Office of the Immaculate Conception, and I listened with all my heart. Her voice was gentle and steady, almost like a song, and the words felt like they were filling up the whole room with light. I wished so much to pray it, too.
When I told Sister, she said, “Why don’t you take John Hathaway’s printer’s plate in the cave for inspiration, and draw Our Blessed Mother? Then we can hang your picture in the bedroom and use it when we pray together.”
So Mini and I went down to the cave. I brought my art pad and pencil, and I set myself near the light where I could see the Blessed Mother’s figure from the plate. Then I began to sketch. Slowly, the lines began to take shape — her robe, her folded hands, and the quiet way she seems to shine.
I worked all afternoon, with Mini curled nearby, happy to just be close. By evening, I could see Our Lady starting to appear on the page. I know it is only the beginning, but I think Sister will be glad. And I love the thought of kneeling one day with her before the picture, lifting our prayers together.
Evening Prayer:
O Mary, my Mother, bless my drawing tonight and let it bring us nearer to your gentle heart. Teach me to pray with joy and trust, and lead me always closer to your Son.
Love,
Dear Diary,
Today was filled with prayer. Sister Mary Claire prayed aloud the Little Office of the Immaculate Conception, and I listened with all my heart. Her voice was gentle and steady, almost like a song, and the words felt like they were filling up the whole room with light. I wished so much to pray it, too.
When I told Sister, she said, “Why don’t you take John Hathaway’s printer’s plate in the cave for inspiration, and draw Our Blessed Mother? Then we can hang your picture in the bedroom and use it when we pray together.”
So Mini and I went down to the cave. I brought my art pad and pencil, and I set myself near the light where I could see the Blessed Mother’s figure from the plate. Then I began to sketch. Slowly, the lines began to take shape — her robe, her folded hands, and the quiet way she seems to shine.
I worked all afternoon, with Mini curled nearby, happy to just be close. By evening, I could see Our Lady starting to appear on the page. I know it is only the beginning, but I think Sister will be glad. And I love the thought of kneeling one day with her before the picture, lifting our prayers together.
Evening Prayer:
O Mary, my Mother, bless my drawing tonight and let it bring us nearer to your gentle heart. Teach me to pray with joy and trust, and lead me always closer to your Son.
Love,
Kathy 🌿e="font-size: xx-large;">Kathy 🌿
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