The morning was gray and cool, and I could see my breath when I went outside. Sister Mary Claire and I waited by the mailbox for Robert, and Mini sat beside me, her little bottom wiggling when the pickup came up the road. Robert smiled and said it felt like fall for sure. I think he’s right—the air smells like leaves and corn husks now.
At Church, Father LeRoy read the Gospel "While Jesus was speaking, a woman from the crowd called out and said to him, “Blessed is the womb that carried you and the breasts at which you nursed.” He replied, “Rather, blessed are those who hear the word of God and observe it.” Father said that Jesus wasn’t saying His Mother wasn’t blessed—He was showing why she is. Mary listened to God and did what He asked her to do. Father said that when we listen to God in our hearts and try to do what is right, we are blessed too. I liked that because it makes me feel that even small things—like being kind or saying my prayers—matter to God.
This afternoon, Mini and I went to the cave again. The air inside was cool and smelled damp, and I wondered how much longer we could come before it got too cold. I knelt by Our Lady’s grotto and said my Rosary, then prayed the Litany of Our Lady. I said it slowly, so I could think about each name—“Mother of Good Counsel,” “Comforter of the Afflicted,” “Queen of Peace.” The candle flickered, and Mini lay beside me, her eyes half closed, as if she were praying too.
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