Dear Diary,
This morning, Robert picked up Sister and me for Mass, and we arrived early enough to read today’s meditation. It spoke about the joy and life found in Christ’s words, how every truth He uttered was warmed in the heat of love. Sister explained it to me before Mass began, and Father LeRoy even spoke about it in his homily. The Gospel is good news, alive and full of wonder, not just words on a page but something we proclaim with our lives. That made me think—maybe when I greet people at church with the Gospel reading, I should remember that I’m not just handing them paper but sharing something living and full of light.
After Mass, we checked on the hen house, and there was no trouble at all. Omelette rejoined her sisters, and they welcomed her back so sweetly. She clucked happily, pecking at the grain as if she had never been away. It made me smile to see her so content.
In the afternoon, Sister borrowed Tom’s pickup, and we delivered a whole case of 30 dozen big brown eggs to the Breakfast Club. Everyone is always so pleased with the eggs, and I started thinking—what if we sent a sample dozen to the President? Maybe it would be good advertising, and who knows, we might even start a mail-order business! Sister laughed and said it was an interesting idea, and I could tell she was thinking about it too.
Mini was in her best form today, trotting beside me with her little bottom wagging. She curled up beside me while I wrote in my diary, letting out a happy sigh as she rested her chin on my lap. I scratched behind her ears, and she closed her eyes in contentment.
Dear Jesus,
Thank You for this day, for the warmth of Your love even in the cold. You have done all things well, and I want to learn to trust in that always. Let Your words be alive in my heart, just as they were today when Sister explained them to me. Help me to share Your light with others, even in small ways like handing out the Gospel reading at church.
Bless Sister, Father LeRoy, Robert, and all those who guide me closer to You. Keep our little farm safe through the night, and let Omelette rest peacefully with her sisters. Thank You for Mini, whose joy reminds me of Your goodness.
All for Jesus!
This morning, Robert picked up Sister and me for Mass, and we arrived early enough to read today’s meditation. It spoke about the joy and life found in Christ’s words, how every truth He uttered was warmed in the heat of love. Sister explained it to me before Mass began, and Father LeRoy even spoke about it in his homily. The Gospel is good news, alive and full of wonder, not just words on a page but something we proclaim with our lives. That made me think—maybe when I greet people at church with the Gospel reading, I should remember that I’m not just handing them paper but sharing something living and full of light.
After Mass, we checked on the hen house, and there was no trouble at all. Omelette rejoined her sisters, and they welcomed her back so sweetly. She clucked happily, pecking at the grain as if she had never been away. It made me smile to see her so content.
In the afternoon, Sister borrowed Tom’s pickup, and we delivered a whole case of 30 dozen big brown eggs to the Breakfast Club. Everyone is always so pleased with the eggs, and I started thinking—what if we sent a sample dozen to the President? Maybe it would be good advertising, and who knows, we might even start a mail-order business! Sister laughed and said it was an interesting idea, and I could tell she was thinking about it too.
Mini was in her best form today, trotting beside me with her little bottom wagging. She curled up beside me while I wrote in my diary, letting out a happy sigh as she rested her chin on my lap. I scratched behind her ears, and she closed her eyes in contentment.
Dear Jesus,
Thank You for this day, for the warmth of Your love even in the cold. You have done all things well, and I want to learn to trust in that always. Let Your words be alive in my heart, just as they were today when Sister explained them to me. Help me to share Your light with others, even in small ways like handing out the Gospel reading at church.
Bless Sister, Father LeRoy, Robert, and all those who guide me closer to You. Keep our little farm safe through the night, and let Omelette rest peacefully with her sisters. Thank You for Mini, whose joy reminds me of Your goodness.
All for Jesus!
Amen.
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