Wednesday, September 25, 2024

Smoky Skies


Septembrer 25, 1955
 
Dear Diary,
 

This morning, there's a heavy smoke in the air, and the flat alert on the radio said we should be ready to evacuate. My heart skips a beat at the thought, but I know we are in God's hands. The Gospel reading today spoke of Jesus sending out His disciples with nothing but trust in God's provision. I feel a bit like those disciples, unsure of what might happen next, but trusting God will guide us just as He guided them.

We are staying close to the radio, ready to move if we must, but for now, we remain still. Like the disciples shaking the dust off their feet when they leave a place, I am reminded that sometimes all we can do is prepare our hearts and wait in faith. No place is too far, no moment too small for Jesus to be with us, guiding us through the fields and smoke alike.

I find peace knowing that if we must go, He will guide our steps, just as He sent the Twelve out with nothing but His word.

All for Jesus, even in uncertain times.

Kathy

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