Dear Diary,
This morning, Robert managed to get his pickup started, much to everyone’s relief. He picked us up for church, and Mini sat on my lap the whole ride, her little paws tucked neatly as if she were pretending to be a perfect lady. The sun shone brightly, and although it was still cold, the air felt softer, like the promise of warmer days to come.
At Mass, Father LeRoy's homily was all about the obedience of Jesus in His hidden life at Nazareth. It seemed perfectly in sync with today’s meditation: “He was subject to them” (Luke 2:51). Father spoke about how Jesus, though He is the Eternal Word of God, humbly obeyed Mary and Joseph. Sister Mary Claire leaned close during the homily and whispered that this lesson is for everyone, including me.
On the way home, Sister explained it more. She said that obedience doesn’t mean giving up who you are; it means offering your will to God with love and trust. She reminded me of the times I’ve helped with the chickens or stayed patient with Mini, even when I’d rather be sketching or reading. “Every little act of obedience is a gift to God,” she said, “just like Jesus gave in Nazareth.” I thought about how Jesus must have carried water, helped Joseph with carpentry, or listened to Mary’s instructions—all with the same love He gave on the Cross. It made me want to try harder in my own little ways.
Robert dropped us off at the end of the driveway. The snow crunched beneath our boots as we walked to the house, with Mini bouncing happily ahead. For lunch, we had split pea soup with bacon, hearty and warm, followed by Sister’s cinnamon rolls from the other day. The rolls were still soft and sweet, and the smell of cinnamon filled the whole kitchen.
Later, after evening prayer, I took Omelette back out to the chicken coop. The temperature had moderated enough for her to join her sisters. She clucked happily as she hopped down from my arms and rejoined the flock. Watching her settle in made me smile. It reminded me of today’s meditation—how Jesus, too, found joy and love in simple obedience.
We ended the day with this prayer:
“My Jesus, teach me to love obedience, just as You did in Your hidden life. Help me to see it not as a burden, but as a gift I can give to You every day.”
Goodnight, dear diary. May I grow in love for the small duties that lead me closer to Him.
"Our Lady of the Sacred Heart of Jesus, pray for us."
"100 days of indulgence: Pius IX, June 26, 1867. Granted in the Parish Church of St. Mary Major in Bologna."
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