Friday, November 8, 2024

Ready for Weather


November 8, 1955

Dear Diary,

The radio kept repeating warnings about the early winter storm heading our way, telling everyone to stay indoors if possible. Sister Mary Claire and I made sure to prepare everything, setting out extra feed and checking that we had all we needed for the next couple of days. Our parkas are hanging on the coat hook, ready for whenever we’ll need to brave the cold.

The sky turned darker by the hour, and I kept thinking about my little brown hen out in the coop. I couldn’t bear the thought of her facing the storm alone, so I bundled her into a crate and brought her in, where she’s cozy and safe now, clucking softly.

We’re well stocked and tucked in, ready for whatever Mother Nature sends our way. Caleb's homemade strawberry jam that he gave us yesterday is safe in the cupboard, and the heavy cream we had delivered from Kolona dairy is chilling in the fridge. I’m already imagining a warm breakfast tomorrow, maybe Hayden’s pancakes with that jam and cream.

Tonight, Sister Mary Claire read me the Gospel from Luke, about the rich man’s steward who was caught mismanaging his master’s property. It was a bit hard to understand why the steward was praised for his actions, so Sister helped explain it to me. She said that even though the steward was dishonest, he acted with cleverness and foresight to prepare for his future. Jesus wasn’t saying that dishonesty was good, but rather encouraging us to be wise and to use our talents and resources well, especially in serving God and others. Sister said it’s a reminder to live thoughtfully, taking care of the gifts we’re given and keeping our hearts focused on Heaven, like a good steward.

With those words, I said Vreni’s prayer to Our Lady, asking her to guide us all safely through the night. “O Mary, Queen of Heaven, wrap us in your mantle tonight. Guide our dreams and bring us closer to the heart of your Son.”

Amen.

With love,

Kathy
 



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