Tonight felt extra special. After supper, Sister Mary Claire and I sat close together at the table with the little tape recorder she found at the thrift store. Mini was curled up nearby, watching us with her soft eyes, like she knew something important was happening.
Sister helped me with the words from that old German book—the St. Marien-Buch. The pages are a little yellow and worn, but the prayers feel so alive, like they’ve been loved for a very long time. She told me the hymn is called Omni die, which is Latin. She said it means “every day,” and I liked that very much because it feels like something I can do—love Our Blessed Mother every single day.
It also made me think how people long ago were saying these same words, maybe in little churches or by candlelight, and now I was saying them here at our table.
I tried to read slowly and gently, just like Sister said, so it would sound nice when I played it back. I got a little nervous at first, but then I imagined Our Blessed Mother listening, and it made me feel calm again.
Mini stayed so still the whole time, only giving a tiny sigh once, like she was resting in the prayer too.
When I finished, I pressed the stop button and we listened to it together. My voice sounded small, but kind of sweet too. Sister smiled at me and said it was just right.
I think I like this little recorder very much. It feels like a way to keep prayers safe, like tucking them into a box to listen to again later.
Dear Blessed Mother, please help me love you every day, just like the hymn says, and stay close to Jesus always.
Love, Kathy
Sister helped me with the words from that old German book—the St. Marien-Buch. The pages are a little yellow and worn, but the prayers feel so alive, like they’ve been loved for a very long time. She told me the hymn is called Omni die, which is Latin. She said it means “every day,” and I liked that very much because it feels like something I can do—love Our Blessed Mother every single day.
It also made me think how people long ago were saying these same words, maybe in little churches or by candlelight, and now I was saying them here at our table.
I tried to read slowly and gently, just like Sister said, so it would sound nice when I played it back. I got a little nervous at first, but then I imagined Our Blessed Mother listening, and it made me feel calm again.
Mini stayed so still the whole time, only giving a tiny sigh once, like she was resting in the prayer too.
When I finished, I pressed the stop button and we listened to it together. My voice sounded small, but kind of sweet too. Sister smiled at me and said it was just right.
I think I like this little recorder very much. It feels like a way to keep prayers safe, like tucking them into a box to listen to again later.
Dear Blessed Mother, please help me love you every day, just like the hymn says, and stay close to Jesus always.
Love, Kathy
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