Dear Diary,
This morning’s walk to church felt like a soft whisper from the earth, reminding me that fall has arrived. The air had a crispness to it, just enough to tug at my sleeves and make me wish I’d brought a sweater. As Sister Mary Claire and I walked, I couldn’t help but notice the soybeans losing their leaves, the fields turning a golden hue. The corn, tall and proud through the summer, is beginning to dry up, its once vibrant green stalks now fading into shades of pale yellow and brown. There’s something solemn in their maturity, like they’re making peace with the coming harvest.
At church, we handed out the Gospel readings, just like always, and, as expected, Mini was at her finest, greeting everyone who passed through the doors. She’s become quite the sensation, our little Corgi. It’s funny how Mini, without saying a word, can bring such warmth and joy to the people around her. Her little bottom wagged eagerly as she approached each person, her eyes bright and welcoming. Even Father LeRoy couldn’t resist giving her an affectionate pat on the head before he walked to the altar.
Father's homily today was a reflection on the Gospel reading from Matthew 18:21-22, where Peter asked Jesus, "Lord, how often will my brother sin against me, and I forgive him? As many as seven times?" And Jesus answered, "I do not say to you seven times, but seventy-seven times." Father spoke with a gentle but firm tone, reminding us that forgiveness is not something to be measured or counted but freely given, again and again. He said, "We all hold onto things we shouldn’t sometimes, but never let the sun set on a grudge. Life is too short to carry the weight of hurt for too long. Forgive those who have wronged you, even when it feels hard—especially then. Our Lord forgives us endlessly, and we are called to do the same."
The day passed quickly, and by evening, Sister Mary Claire and I found ourselves sitting in the prayer wagon, the soft glow of the lantern casting warm shadows on the walls. We wrote down a little prayer together, something simple yet heartfelt:
"Dear Lord, grant us the grace to forgive as You forgive. Soften our hearts toward those who have wronged us, and help us to release the burdens we carry. May we find peace in Your mercy and be a light of that mercy to others. In Your name, we pray. Amen."
As the evening rushed in, I felt a deep sense of gratitude, for the day, for Sister Mary Claire’s quiet companionship, for Mini’s playful presence, and for Father's wise words. It’s in these small moments that I feel closest to God—when the world slows down just enough for me to see His hand in everything.
"Let love and forgiveness guide our hearts, so we may walk in peace, each step a reflection of His grace."
With love,
Kathy
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