This afternoon warmed up to 49 degrees, which felt almost like spring after so many cold days. After lunch I tucked my Lourdes book under my arm and Mini stood by the door with her ears straight out in airplane mode, ready to go. We walked down to the cave by Indian Creek, which I like to think of as my little grotto, like the grotto in Lourdes.
Inside it was quiet and peaceful. I lit a few small sticks in the stove Robert installed last fall, and Mini curled up beside me while I read.
The chapter was called “The Story Spreads Through Lourdes.” At first only a few children knew about Bernadette seeing the beautiful Lady, but soon the whole town was talking. Some people believed her right away because she was such a simple and honest girl. Others wondered if it could really be true. But the story kept spreading anyway.
It reminded me of the still water behind Shaggycoat’s dam on Indian Creek. When a little stone drops in, the ripples spread farther and farther across the quiet water. That is how the story of the Lady spread through Lourdes—touching more and more people.
Soon the stove burned down to glowing embers and the light at the cave entrance turned soft and golden. It felt like a very good way to spend the afternoon of the Third Sunday of Lent.
Evening Prayer
Dear Jesus,
Please help me to have a simple and trusting heart like Bernadette when I think about Our Lady and the beautiful things of Heaven.
Amen.
Love,
Kathy
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