Monday, November 25, 2024

Dear Diary


November 25, 1955

Dear Diary,

This morning, Sister Mary Claire and I walked home from church with Mini happily trotting alongside us, her little bottom wagging with each step. The crisp air turned our cheeks rosy, but the walk felt warm with Sister explaining today’s Gospel reading.

She told me about the poor widow who gave two small coins, explaining that her gift was worth more than all the wealthy people’s offerings because she gave all she had. “It’s not about the amount, Kathy,” Sister said kindly. “It’s about the love and trust in God behind the gift. The widow gave her heart with those coins, not just her money.”

I asked Sister if we could ever give like that, and she said, “Every time we give with love and sacrifice, we grow closer to God. It could be our time, our effort, or even giving up something we like to help someone else. It’s not the size of the gift, but the size of the love that matters.”

When we got home, breakfast was soon waiting, and it was just perfect for a cold day—Irish oatmeal topped with a pad of butter and a small splash of whipping cream to keep us warm and full through the morning. Sister explained why oatmeal from Ireland is so special. “It’s grown in the rich soil and milled in small batches. That’s what gives it such a hearty texture and delicious flavor.”

Here’s the recipe:
 
Ingredients:

1 cup steel-cut Irish oats
4 cups water
Pinch of salt
Optional toppings: butter, honey, whipping cream, or a sprinkle of brown sugar

Instructions:

Bring the water and salt to a boil in a saucepan.
Stir in the oats and reduce the heat to low.
Simmer gently for about 30 minutes, stirring occasionally, until the oats are tender and creamy.
Serve hot with your favorite toppings.

The day passed quietly after breakfast. Mini spent most of the time curled up in her favorite spot by the hearth, occasionally looking up at me with her sweet eyes, her squeaky ball nearby.

After dinner, Sister and I tidied up the kitchen, and she began singing Immaculate Mary. Her voice filled the house, and I joined in softly. Mini lay at our feet, content and calm as the evening drew to a close.

Evening Prayer:

Dear Lord,
Thank You for today’s Gospel and for teaching me through the story of the widow’s offering. Help me to give with a heart full of love and trust in You. Bless Sister Mary Claire for her guidance and Mini for her faithful companionship. Keep us safe and close to You always. Amen.


Goodnight, dear diary.
Love,
Kathy

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