Dear Diary,
This morning was about the coldest of the year—only six degrees when I went out for chores. Holy Mass was called off again, and though the cold has kept us home a few times before, today felt especially bitter. The sky was clear, but the air was sharp as a knife, cutting through even my warmest coat.
Sister Mary Claire stayed inside to start her Wonder Bread, filling the kitchen with the scent of rising dough. Meanwhile, I bundled up and stepped outside with Mini trotting beside me, her little paws pressing into the frozen ground. The geese protested the cold, their honks muffled by the frost hanging in the air.
I decided to bring Omelette inside with me after chores. The hen house is well-built, but I didn’t want to risk her freezing her feet. She settled in near the warmth of the stove, fluffing up her feathers contentedly, as if she belonged indoors all along. Mini gave her a few sniffs and then, satisfied, curled up at my feet.
Even with the cold, I made a quick trip down to the cave, taking my daily meditation book with me. I wasn’t there long, just enough to light a little fire in the wood stove and read today's meditation—about Christ calling us His friends. Not just servants, but friends! It made me stop and think—do I really act as His friend should? A true friend doesn’t just seek company in times of joy but stays close in trials too.
If I love Jesus, I must be willing to suffer with Him, not just rejoice in His blessings. That means offering Him everything—the hard moments, the little sacrifices, even the cold biting at my fingers this morning. Love proves itself in the small things, after all.
Tonight, as I sit by the fire with Mini tucked beside me and Omelette dozing near the warmth, I whisper this little prayer:
"Jesus, my dearest Friend, help me to love You as You love me—not only in joy but in sacrifice. Teach me to offer each day to You, in little ways and great, proving my love through faithfulness. Let my heart be like Yours, always steady, always true. Amen."
Goodnight, dear Diary. May Jesus and Mary keep me close always.
Kathy
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