Dear Diary
This morning, Sister and I walked to church early, bundled up against the cold. The sanctuary was already warm when we arrived, thanks to Father’s Ashley stove. Still, I added a log to the fire to make sure it would stay warm through Mass. There’s something comforting about the steady crackle of the stove in the quiet church.
We brought our meditation book and read from it before Mass began. Today’s meditation was about the poverty of Jesus in the crib. It said that Jesus, even though He is the King of Heaven, chose to be born with nothing—to teach us what really matters. Sister explained it more to me on the way home. She said that Jesus’ poverty shows us that love, not riches, is the greatest treasure. She reminded me that Jesus didn’t even have a warm fire or a bed when He was born, yet He came to bring us the gift of heaven.
When we got home, Mini was still hiding under the bed, not wanting to face the cold. I had to grab her squeaky ball to coax her out, and once she was up, we went outside to do the chicken chores. Mini stayed close by, wagging her bottom and sniffing around, while I gathered eggs and put fresh straw in the nests. The hens didn’t seem happy about the cold, but they’ll be fine now that the coop is warm and cozy.
We thought about driving into town later, but the bitter cold made us decide to stay home. Instead, we spent the afternoon by the fire. I kept thinking about how Jesus chose to live so simply and how His life teaches us to love God more than anything else.
Before bed, Sister and I prayed together:
“Dear Jesus, thank You for Your holy poverty and for teaching us to love You above all things. Help us to trust in Your heavenly riches and live with hearts that are free and full of love. Guide us always toward heaven, our true home.”
Mini curled up on my lap during our prayer, her warmth making me feel so thankful for the simple blessings of this day.
Goodnight, Diary.
This morning, Sister and I walked to church early, bundled up against the cold. The sanctuary was already warm when we arrived, thanks to Father’s Ashley stove. Still, I added a log to the fire to make sure it would stay warm through Mass. There’s something comforting about the steady crackle of the stove in the quiet church.
We brought our meditation book and read from it before Mass began. Today’s meditation was about the poverty of Jesus in the crib. It said that Jesus, even though He is the King of Heaven, chose to be born with nothing—to teach us what really matters. Sister explained it more to me on the way home. She said that Jesus’ poverty shows us that love, not riches, is the greatest treasure. She reminded me that Jesus didn’t even have a warm fire or a bed when He was born, yet He came to bring us the gift of heaven.
When we got home, Mini was still hiding under the bed, not wanting to face the cold. I had to grab her squeaky ball to coax her out, and once she was up, we went outside to do the chicken chores. Mini stayed close by, wagging her bottom and sniffing around, while I gathered eggs and put fresh straw in the nests. The hens didn’t seem happy about the cold, but they’ll be fine now that the coop is warm and cozy.
We thought about driving into town later, but the bitter cold made us decide to stay home. Instead, we spent the afternoon by the fire. I kept thinking about how Jesus chose to live so simply and how His life teaches us to love God more than anything else.
Before bed, Sister and I prayed together:
“Dear Jesus, thank You for Your holy poverty and for teaching us to love You above all things. Help us to trust in Your heavenly riches and live with hearts that are free and full of love. Guide us always toward heaven, our true home.”
Mini curled up on my lap during our prayer, her warmth making me feel so thankful for the simple blessings of this day.
Goodnight, Diary.
Kathy
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