Dear Diary,
Today I read something that made my heart feel like it was wrapped in a warm blanket. It was about how Mary is not just Jesus’s mother, but ours too.
I was sitting on the big rock near the grotto, and Mini curled up beside me, her little ears twitching every time a bird chirped. The sun was peeking through the trees, and everything felt peaceful.
The book said that Mary became our spiritual mother twice. First, when she said “yes” to the angel and agreed to be Jesus’s mother. That “yes” wasn’t just for Him—it was for all of us. She loved us so much even then.
The second time was at the foot of the cross. Even though it broke her heart, she offered Jesus to God for our sake. She watched her own Son suffer and die so that we could have life. That’s a kind of love that makes me quiet inside just thinking about it.
It made me realize—if Mary loves us that much, then she’s always there for us. Like when I mess up or feel scared, I can talk to her, and she’ll listen. Just like a mom would.
Mini looked up at me while I was thinking all this, and her little eyes were so soft and kind. I think she understands more than people think.
Anyway, knowing Mary is my mother too just makes my heart feel even fuller—like I’ve got one more person looking out for me, along with Sister Mary Claire, Robert, and all the kind people from church.
Love,
Kathy
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