I brought my candle to the grotto early this morning. No one was there. I placed it in a significant spot in the top row. This burning candle is a celebration of my belief in and love of life. I am asking that all shall be well, not just for myself, but for everyone who cries out for God, for everyone who prays, and for everyone who would pray if they could but find the heart to do so. This candle is filled with hope and gratitude. That is my prayer. I pray mostly without words. I enter into the mystery of life. My love is in my prayer.

— Macrina Wiederkehr, Gold in Your Memories