My Secret

Dear Diary,

This morning I tucked myself away in the cave by Indian Creek, my little secret place, and spent the whole time writing an introduction for Chapter 2 of The Virgin Mother. The candle flickered on my desk, and Mini curled herself into a ball at my feet, keeping me company as I wrote.

The introduction says the whole world once waited for Mary, even before she was born. God promised she would come, and the prophets kept speaking about her, because through her Jesus would be given to us. I thought about that promise while sitting in the stillness of the cave. Its walls, carved out long ago in the glacial age, feel like they were waiting too—holding their silence until someone like me would come along and whisper prayers inside.

It felt like being part of that same hope the prophets carried for Mary. Just as the earth held this cave safe for me, God held the promise of Mary safe for the world until the right time came.

I smoothed my paper, dipped my fountain pen, and tried to write as if my words could join in that waiting. Maybe one day, when I read my pages again, I’ll remember how it felt—like the creek flowing just outside, steady and sure, while inside, hope was flowing through me.

Evening Prayer:

O Blessed Mother, just as the world once waited for you, let my heart wait for Jesus with the same hope. Keep me steady in your quiet way, like this cave has kept its silence all these years.

Love, Kathy