After chores, Sister Mary Claire let me dust her little shelf, and she set out her small keepsake box like it was something important and tender. It’s not a fancy box—just a little one she keeps tucked away—but it feels like it holds quiet treasures.
When she stepped into the other room, I peeked inside (not in a nosy way… just in a Kathy way). And that’s when I saw it: a little blue pin with Saint Thérèse on it. It had a soft, worn look, like it had been loved for a long time. I held it carefully in my palm, and it made me feel calm—like when you sit near the fire and everything hushes down.
At Mass, Father LeRoy explained something that stayed in my head all day. He said that when we’re hurting, or tired, or mixed up inside, we don’t have to make big prayers with perfect words. We can just tell Jesus in our heart, “Jesus, I’m here.” And if we can’t even say that—if we’re too worn out—then we can just stay close to Him, and that is love.
I kept thinking about Saint Thérèse in her bed, suffering and not able to sleep, and still turning toward Jesus like a little flower turning toward the sun. She said she didn’t say anything to Him—she just loved Him. And Father said love can be a prayer all by itself, even when there are no words.
When we got home, I asked Sister about the pin, and she smiled the way she does when something is dear to her. She said Saint Thérèse helps her remember that Jesus understands a quiet heart. I asked if I could keep the pin near me for a little while tonight, and Sister said yes.
So I’m going to set it close—like a small reminder that even if I don’t have the right words, Jesus still knows what I mean.
Evening Prayer:
Jesus, sometimes I don’t know what to say.
But I’m here.
Please let my quiet love be my prayer.
Keep me close to You, like Saint Thérèse,
and help me trust You even when I’m tired.
Amen.
Love, Kathy.
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