Saturday, October 19, 2024

Peace in My Heart


Saturday, October 19

Dear Diary,

We finally made it back to Camp Littlemore, and I'm so tired. The long trip home from Zurich has left us all exhausted—Sister Mary Claire, Mini, and me. Mini didn’t even protest when I told her it was time to rest. My feet are still a bit sore from all the walking, and my mind is spinning with everything I need to do. I can’t wait to get some air mail envelopes and stamps so I can send my first letter to Vreni. It feels so strange to be so far away from her. I can just picture my letter flying across the Atlantic Ocean, bringing my words to her.

Before we got too settled, Sister explained today’s Gospel to me. She told me how Jesus sent out seventy-two disciples to spread the word of God, giving them a big task but not much to bring along—no money, no extra sandals, just faith in their mission. She explained how they were to go into people’s homes and offer peace, and if they found someone welcoming, their peace would stay. If not, they were to move on. They had to trust in God’s protection and guidance, and they were to cure the sick and proclaim that the Kingdom of God was near.

I think Sister was trying to show me how important it is to trust in God, even when we’re far from home or feel unprepared, like the disciples. It made me think about my friendship with Vreni—how, even though we’re separated by so many miles, our friendship can be like that peace Jesus spoke of, staying with us even when we’re apart.

I pray that God blesses Vreni and keeps her close to Him. And I ask for peace to stay in my heart as I settle back into life at Camp Littlemore.

Evening Prayer:

Dear Lord,
Thank you for this day and for bringing us home safely. Bless Vreni and all my friends near and far. Help me trust in Your plan like the disciples did. Keep peace in our hearts, and may we always spread Your love. Amen.

Goodnight, Diary.



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