Morning Light

Dear Diary,

This morning I woke up saying a prayer without even thinking. It felt like it floated right out of my dream.

I slid onto my knees and looked up at Mary’s picture on the wall. The early light made her face glow soft and warm. I finished the little prayer that was still resting on my lips:

“My most holy Mother… You have helped me so many times, and sometimes I forget to thank you like I should. But I won’t lose confidence in your kindness. Please look after me today. God made you gentle and strong so you could help me.

Please don’t ever leave me.”

I whispered it slowly, because my heart felt peaceful and full. It made me feel close to her, like she was guiding me right from the very beginning of the day.

Sister Mary Claire was still asleep, and the room was quiet all around us. It felt like Mary and I were sharing a little morning secret of love and hope.

Love,

Kathy