Tuesday, November 5, 2024

Frosty Morning and Soaring Hopes


November 5, 1955

Dear Diary,

This morning, I bundled up warmly for our walk to St. Mary’s. A thin layer of frost covered the fields, sparkling under the soft morning light like a sea of tiny crystals. The trees stood bare and tall, with just a few golden leaves hanging on, shivering in the breeze. Each step on the gravel path made a crisp, crackling sound, as if the ground were greeting the new day with us. Mini was overjoyed by the cold air, her nose glued to the frosty ground, taking in all the new smells. She trotted alongside me, her little bottom wiggling with each step—she looked like she was having her own little adventure!

Father LeRoy’s homily touched me today. The gospel reading was about the young man whom Jesus invites to leave everything and follow Him. Father explained that Jesus wasn’t only talking about our belongings but also the worries and fears we cling to. He said we sometimes hold onto these things as if they make us feel stronger, but true strength comes from letting go and trusting in God’s love. I tried to picture myself placing each little worry into God’s hands, one by one, and feeling lighter as I did.

When we got back home, Sister Mary Claire had a wonderful surprise for me—a beautiful tablet of airmail stationery! The pages are plain but smooth, and the envelopes have bright red and blue stripes along the edges. On the cover is a drawing of an airplane, and when I look at it, I can almost imagine myself aboard, flying back to Zurich to hand-deliver my next letter to Vreni. I can’t wait to write to her about everything that’s been happening here. It feels like I’ll be sending her a piece of my heart with every letter.

Dear Lord, thank You for this frosty morning and for the beautiful words Father LeRoy shared. Help me trust in Your care and let go of my worries. Bless Vreni and keep her safe. Amen.
 


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