Chapter 1 - Section 3

Dear Diary,

This afternoon, I took my book down to the grotto, where the little waterfall flows beside Mary’s statue. The water always makes a soft gurgling sound I love—the kind that feels like it’s whispering prayers all by itself. Mini trotted ahead, her little paws clicking on the stone path, and Shaggycoat, our clever beaver, was busy down by the stream, dragging a small branch with great importance.

I sat on the rock just in front of the grotto and opened my Glories of Mary to Chapter 1, Section 3: How Great is the Love of Our Mother for Us.

Reading it made me feel so close to Mary. It said even wild animals never forget their babies. And if they can love like that, imagine how Mary, our heavenly Mother, must love us! Not because she had to—but because she wanted to. She chose to be our mother.

When Jesus died, Mary stood right there, offering everything for our sake. That’s the kind of love that reaches all the way to where we are, even if we’ve strayed a little or forgotten how to pray.

Mini curled up against my side as I read, and Shaggycoat climbed up and settled on the edge of the water. The three of us stayed there a while, listening to the gurgling water and thinking about how good it is to be loved like that.

Love,

Kathy