Dear Diary,
The morning air was unusually warm for January, and I was filled with excitement as I stepped outside. But Sister reminded me with a knowing smile that such temperatures often invite snowfall. I glanced up at the sky, half-expecting to see the first flakes drifting down, but for now, all was still.
We walked the gravel road to church, just the two of us with Mini trotting at our side. The road was quiet, as it always is, stretching ahead with no travelers in sight. It’s a peaceful walk, giving us time to talk about the day. When we arrived at church, we slipped into the first pew by the fire, warming our hands as we read our daily meditation before Mass.
It was a continuation from yesterday—Jesus instructing His disciples that He is the Way to the Father. I thought about those words as we read, and then again as Father LeRoy gave his homily. It was as if he had read the very same meditation, his words echoing the lesson on Christ being the only Way. It made me think how carefully God guides us, setting reminders in our path just when we need them.
As I reflected on the meditation, I remembered the old Swiss image that Vreni had shown me—the one of the two women climbing the mountain to the crucifix. The narrow, rocky path they traveled looked so difficult, yet they pressed on, their eyes fixed on Christ. That image stays with me, reminding me that the road to heaven is steep and sometimes treacherous, but it is the only path worth walking.
The afternoon was spent preparing for the snow Sister was sure would come. We did a bit of cleanup around the yard, clearing away anything that might get buried under a fresh blanket of white. Then, of course, there was Omelette and the other brown hens to tend to. Omelette clucked softly as I spread fresh straw in her nest, her warm little body nestled in like she already knew the cold was on its way.
As the evening settled in, my thoughts returned to the meditation. Jesus is the only Way. How often do I try to find my own path, thinking I know best, only to lose my way? But He is always there, waiting to guide me back.
Evening Prayer:
O my Jesus,
Who hast said, “I am the Way, the Truth, and the Life,”
I thank You for showing me the path to the Father.
How often do I stray, seeking my own way,
forgetting that without You, I am lost?
Yet in Your mercy, You call me back,
patiently leading me home.
Teach me to follow You with a faithful heart,
to embrace humility and self-denial,
to trust in You above all things.
Like those women climbing the mountain,
may I never turn back when the way is difficult.
Hold out Your hand, O Jesus,
that I may take it and never let go.
I am Yours in life and in death. Amen.
With that prayer in my heart, I close this day in peace.
Goodnight, dear diary.
Love, Kathy
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