Monday, July 15, 2024

God's Providence



Dear Diary,

The walk to Holy Mass was especially lovely this morning. Sister Mary Claire and I set out early, savoring the fresh, cool air and the gentle rustling of the leaves in the trees.

As we walked along the gravel road, we marveled at the fields of corn stretching out on either side. The corn is tasseling now, standing tall and proud, promising a bountiful harvest. Soon, the sweet corn will follow, and I can already imagine the delicious meals to come. Mini trotted along happily, her little legs working hard to keep up with us.

Father LeRoy’s sermon today was particularly moving. He spoke about the Providence of God, reminding us that God, having created the world, did not then leave it to itself. Instead, He still oversees and guides all things. Father LeRoy quoted the Scripture, "The eyes of all hope in Thee, O Lord, and Thou givest them meat in due season" (Ps. cxliv. 15). His words were a comforting reminder that the world requires for its conservation and development the same divine influx which created it. It's a reassuring thought, knowing that God’s watchful eyes are upon us, providing and caring for all our needs.

Back at the farm, the day continued to unfold in peaceful simplicity. The animals were content, and the rhythmic sounds of farm life filled the air. As the sun began to set, casting a warm, golden hue over the landscape, Sister Mary Claire and I made our way to the Prayer Wagon.

Inside, we lit a small candle and settled into our evening prayers. The soft flicker of the flame and the quiet of the evening created a serene atmosphere.

Dear Lord, thank You for the blessings of this day. Thank You for the beauty of creation, the guidance of Your providence, and the inspiration of the saints. Help me to trust in Your care and to live each day with faith and gratitude. Amen.

With love, Kathy
 



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