Dear Diary,
This Sunday afternoon, Sister Mary Claire and I carried our basket down to the bank of Indian Creek for a picnic. Mini trotted along ahead of us, her little legs quick over the pebbles, and we spread our blanket near the water’s edge. The sun sparkled on the creek like it was covered with tiny silver coins, and the breeze was cool and gentle.
After we had our sandwiches and Sister poured us lemonade from the jar, she set up the little radio so we could listen to Bishop Barron’s sermon. Today, he spoke about the second reading, where St. Paul tells us to pray for everyone — even kings and those in charge. Bishop Barron said this is because God wants every single soul to be saved, and there is one Mediator, Jesus, who gave Himself as a ransom for all.
Sister explained it to me slowly, saying, “Kathy, it’s like St. Paul is reminding us that prayer is not just for our own needs but for the whole world. And when we pray, we join ourselves to Jesus, who brings our prayers before the Father.” I thought about that while Mini laid her head on my lap, and it made me feel so small but also so close to something very big — like being part of God’s family everywhere.
Then, right in the middle of our picnic, something wonderful happened. A soft owl feather floated down from the sky and landed on our blanket. I picked it up ever so carefully. Though it had come from a full-grown owl, I could still see in it the baby beauty of the owlet it once was. That thought made it all the more precious to me. I told Sister that I would keep it safe, not in my hat with the other feather, but in a place where I could care for it like something alive and tender.
When it was time to pray, the sounds of Indian Creek became part of our prayer too. The water kept moving past us, steady and sure, making its own rhythm like a hymn. The ripples and gurgles filled the spaces between our words, reminding me that God’s grace flows on just the same — always moving, always giving life.
Evening Prayer:
Dear Jesus, thank You for being the one Mediator who brings us close to God. Help me remember to pray for everyone, not just myself, so that all may come to know Your truth. Keep my heart quiet, peaceful, and filled with love.
Love,
Kathy
This Sunday afternoon, Sister Mary Claire and I carried our basket down to the bank of Indian Creek for a picnic. Mini trotted along ahead of us, her little legs quick over the pebbles, and we spread our blanket near the water’s edge. The sun sparkled on the creek like it was covered with tiny silver coins, and the breeze was cool and gentle.
After we had our sandwiches and Sister poured us lemonade from the jar, she set up the little radio so we could listen to Bishop Barron’s sermon. Today, he spoke about the second reading, where St. Paul tells us to pray for everyone — even kings and those in charge. Bishop Barron said this is because God wants every single soul to be saved, and there is one Mediator, Jesus, who gave Himself as a ransom for all.
Sister explained it to me slowly, saying, “Kathy, it’s like St. Paul is reminding us that prayer is not just for our own needs but for the whole world. And when we pray, we join ourselves to Jesus, who brings our prayers before the Father.” I thought about that while Mini laid her head on my lap, and it made me feel so small but also so close to something very big — like being part of God’s family everywhere.
Then, right in the middle of our picnic, something wonderful happened. A soft owl feather floated down from the sky and landed on our blanket. I picked it up ever so carefully. Though it had come from a full-grown owl, I could still see in it the baby beauty of the owlet it once was. That thought made it all the more precious to me. I told Sister that I would keep it safe, not in my hat with the other feather, but in a place where I could care for it like something alive and tender.
When it was time to pray, the sounds of Indian Creek became part of our prayer too. The water kept moving past us, steady and sure, making its own rhythm like a hymn. The ripples and gurgles filled the spaces between our words, reminding me that God’s grace flows on just the same — always moving, always giving life.
Evening Prayer:
Dear Jesus, thank You for being the one Mediator who brings us close to God. Help me remember to pray for everyone, not just myself, so that all may come to know Your truth. Keep my heart quiet, peaceful, and filled with love.
Love,
Kathy
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