Dear Diary,
This morning, Robert came by with his pickup already warmed up, turning it into a cozy sanctuary from the biting cold. Even though it was only six degrees above, the warmth inside wrapped around us like a comforting hug. Mini curled up on my lap, content as we made our way to Mass.
We arrived early, the church peaceful and still. Sister Mary Claire and I read the Gospel from Luke—how Jesus stood in the synagogue, declaring that the prophecy had been fulfilled in their hearing. It was such a powerful moment to imagine, the beginning of His public ministry, filled with hope and promise for all who would listen.
The meditation touched my heart today as it spoke of Mary preparing herself for the separation from Jesus. Knowing He would leave their home in Nazareth to fulfill His mission, she carried her sorrow with such quiet grace and faith. I thought about how deeply she must have loved Him and her willingness to let Him go for the sake of the world.
Father LeRoy’s homily brought it all together. He spoke about Jesus’ mission—bringing good news to the poor, freedom to the oppressed, and healing to the brokenhearted. He also reminded us how Mary’s faith was a guide for us, teaching us to surrender to God’s will, even when it feels difficult. Her strength inspires me to trust in God’s plan, no matter what.
When Mass was over, Robert had the pickup waiting for us, still warm. The cold hadn’t let up, but it didn’t bother us much as we drove home. Once inside, we changed into warm clothes and set to our chores.
Mini and I went out to gather eggs and feed the chickens. She dashed around barking at the geese to stay in line. Her little antics always make me laugh, no matter how cold or busy the day feels.
After dinner, Sister Mary Claire and I ended our day by listening to Bishop Barron’s Sunday Sermon. His words were such a blessing, reminding us of the beauty of our faith and the hope we carry as followers of Christ. I feel so grateful for moments like these that bring our hearts closer to God.
Dear Jesus,
This morning, Robert came by with his pickup already warmed up, turning it into a cozy sanctuary from the biting cold. Even though it was only six degrees above, the warmth inside wrapped around us like a comforting hug. Mini curled up on my lap, content as we made our way to Mass.
We arrived early, the church peaceful and still. Sister Mary Claire and I read the Gospel from Luke—how Jesus stood in the synagogue, declaring that the prophecy had been fulfilled in their hearing. It was such a powerful moment to imagine, the beginning of His public ministry, filled with hope and promise for all who would listen.
The meditation touched my heart today as it spoke of Mary preparing herself for the separation from Jesus. Knowing He would leave their home in Nazareth to fulfill His mission, she carried her sorrow with such quiet grace and faith. I thought about how deeply she must have loved Him and her willingness to let Him go for the sake of the world.
Father LeRoy’s homily brought it all together. He spoke about Jesus’ mission—bringing good news to the poor, freedom to the oppressed, and healing to the brokenhearted. He also reminded us how Mary’s faith was a guide for us, teaching us to surrender to God’s will, even when it feels difficult. Her strength inspires me to trust in God’s plan, no matter what.
When Mass was over, Robert had the pickup waiting for us, still warm. The cold hadn’t let up, but it didn’t bother us much as we drove home. Once inside, we changed into warm clothes and set to our chores.
Mini and I went out to gather eggs and feed the chickens. She dashed around barking at the geese to stay in line. Her little antics always make me laugh, no matter how cold or busy the day feels.
After dinner, Sister Mary Claire and I ended our day by listening to Bishop Barron’s Sunday Sermon. His words were such a blessing, reminding us of the beauty of our faith and the hope we carry as followers of Christ. I feel so grateful for moments like these that bring our hearts closer to God.
Dear Jesus,
We thank You tonight for Your endless love and the example of Your Blessed Mother. Help us to trust in Your plan, even when it asks something difficult of us, and to embrace the mission You’ve placed in our hearts with courage and joy.
May we, like Mary, offer ourselves completely to You, knowing that Your grace will carry us through. Bless those who work to bring warmth, comfort, and faith to others—especially Robert, who makes even the coldest days more bearable.
Grant us rest tonight and fill our hearts with peace as we prepare to serve You again tomorrow. Let Your light shine through us, touching the lives of everyone we meet.
Amen.
Goodnight, Diary. I’m thankful tonight for warm rides, joyful sermons, and Mini’s little wagging tail.
With love,
Kathy
Robert's Translation:
“Jesus Christ heals the blind man of Jericho. Deveria ind. Lecomte sculp… (Lettering continues):
As Jesus was leaving Jericho, accompanied by His disciples and a large crowd of people, there was a blind beggar named Bartimaeus, son of Timaeus, sitting by the road. Hearing that it was Jesus of Nazareth passing by, he began to cry out, saying: ‘Jesus, Son of David, have mercy on me.’ Everyone threatened him to make him be silent, but he cried out even louder: ‘Son of David, have mercy on me.’
Jesus stopped and commanded him to be called. The man, throwing off his cloak, rose and went to Jesus, who asked him: ‘What do you want Me to do for you?’ ‘Lord,’ the blind man replied, ‘make me see.’
Then, Jesus, touching his eyes, said to him: ‘Go, your faith has healed you.’ Immediately, the blind man regained his sight, and he followed Jesus, glorifying God. And all the people, seeing this miracle, also gave glory to God.”
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