This morning, Molly and Megan’s pickup sat in front of St. Mary’s, packed and ready for their journey to Oregon. Snow dusted the church steps, and the cold stung my cheeks as we hurried inside. Robert had driven us, and when we arrived, the church was only half warmed—Father had started the fire, but it needed another log, which Robert added before we settled into our pew.
Before Mass, Sister Mary Claire and I read from my Daily Meditation book. It spoke of how Jesus told His disciples about His coming suffering, yet “they understood none of these things” (Luke 18:34). Even though they didn’t fully grasp it, He still went forward, knowing what lay ahead.
After Mass, we stood in the cold beside Molly and Megan’s truck. Emma, their little Jersey calf, was bundled in a crate in the back, only her head poking out. They were taking her with them to Oregon.
“We’ll send you a letter when we get there,” Megan promised, rubbing Emma’s ears.
Molly nodded. “It’s a long way, but it’s time.”
Sister Mary Claire placed a hand on each of their shoulders. “May God guide your journey.”
I stepped forward, pressing my mittened hands against Emma’s soft fur. “She’ll love the green pastures.”
Megan smiled. “That’s what we’re hoping for.”
With one last hug, they climbed into the cab. The engine rumbled to life, the tires crunching over the snow as the pickup rolled forward. I watched as it disappeared down the road, the little calf’s head still visible in the crate.
I thought again of today’s meditation. Jesus walked forward, even when the road was uncertain. And so did they.
Amen moving forward that's so great and strong life Jesus he gives the strength to carry on Amen 🙏 🙌 ❤️ ✨️
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