Dear Diary,
This morning, Sister Mary Claire read the Gospel of the day aloud. It was from Luke 10:13-16, and it carried such weight. I felt a chill as she spoke, “Woe to you, Chorazin! Woe to you, Bethsaida!” The Gospel was a solemn reminder that rejecting God's love has consequences, but those who listen and open their hearts are the ones who receive Him. After reading, Sister shared a little story about how this Gospel made her think of our lives here at Lake Zurich. She spoke about how sometimes we’re like those towns—so close to beauty and grace but unable to fully receive it. Sister said, "We can miss out on the gifts in front of us if we don’t recognize them," reminding me of how every moment here is precious.
The last piece of our luggage finally arrived last night, so we feel settled in now. It was a relief after waiting for it so long. Today, we decided to take a long walk through the forest just outside our door. The mountain stream rushing along its path made Mini incredibly happy—she explored every nook and cranny, even tried to chase the water at times. The view of Lake Zurich was breathtaking. I wish I could paint it, but no canvas could do it justice.
On our way back, we stopped at a little grocery store. The store had everything from local bread to the creamiest Swiss cream and milk. Of course, I joked to Sister about getting Kolona creme and milk like we did back home, but we decided to give the local Swiss ones a try. I wonder if they’ll match up.
As I reflect on the day, I feel peaceful. There’s something about the forest and the lake that brings a calm I can’t quite describe. This place has so much to offer—quiet moments, the warmth of companionship, and God’s beauty all around.
Evening Prayer:
"O Lord, as we walked through the trees today,
The stream rushed by, and Mini at play.
The mountain air, the forest deep,
Your creation in our hearts we keep.
Thank You for the view of Your grace,
For leading us to this peaceful place.
With cream and milk from foreign land,
We see the work of Your gentle hand.
Guide us through the night so still,
In peace and love, we do Your will."
Amen.
Good night, dear diary.
This morning, Sister Mary Claire read the Gospel of the day aloud. It was from Luke 10:13-16, and it carried such weight. I felt a chill as she spoke, “Woe to you, Chorazin! Woe to you, Bethsaida!” The Gospel was a solemn reminder that rejecting God's love has consequences, but those who listen and open their hearts are the ones who receive Him. After reading, Sister shared a little story about how this Gospel made her think of our lives here at Lake Zurich. She spoke about how sometimes we’re like those towns—so close to beauty and grace but unable to fully receive it. Sister said, "We can miss out on the gifts in front of us if we don’t recognize them," reminding me of how every moment here is precious.
The last piece of our luggage finally arrived last night, so we feel settled in now. It was a relief after waiting for it so long. Today, we decided to take a long walk through the forest just outside our door. The mountain stream rushing along its path made Mini incredibly happy—she explored every nook and cranny, even tried to chase the water at times. The view of Lake Zurich was breathtaking. I wish I could paint it, but no canvas could do it justice.
On our way back, we stopped at a little grocery store. The store had everything from local bread to the creamiest Swiss cream and milk. Of course, I joked to Sister about getting Kolona creme and milk like we did back home, but we decided to give the local Swiss ones a try. I wonder if they’ll match up.
As I reflect on the day, I feel peaceful. There’s something about the forest and the lake that brings a calm I can’t quite describe. This place has so much to offer—quiet moments, the warmth of companionship, and God’s beauty all around.
Evening Prayer:
"O Lord, as we walked through the trees today,
The stream rushed by, and Mini at play.
The mountain air, the forest deep,
Your creation in our hearts we keep.
Thank You for the view of Your grace,
For leading us to this peaceful place.
With cream and milk from foreign land,
We see the work of Your gentle hand.
Guide us through the night so still,
In peace and love, we do Your will."
Amen.
Good night, dear diary.
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