Dear Diary,
The wind still howled through the trees, and the blizzard had not let up. Sister and I were snug and tucked in, warm under the heavy quilts, but I secretly worried about our wood supply. The temperature had dropped to ten below, and I wondered how long the storm would last.
Mini and I bundled up and went out to do the chicken chores. The cold bit at my face, and Mini stayed close, her breath coming in little white puffs. Omelette was already in the house—I had brought her in yesterday—so I only had the rest of the flock to tend to. I changed the water, gathered the eggs, and made sure everything was snug and tight in the coop before hurrying back inside, stomping the snow from my boots.
After breakfast, Sister pulled out a meditation from Sister Hilda’s box. It was titled Judas Sells Our Lord. I sat close, listening as Sister read aloud, the words sending a little shiver through me. It was a sobering thought—how Judas, who had walked beside Jesus, seen His miracles, and even broken bread with Him, had let his heart be filled with greed and coldness.
Sister read how Judas had grown impatient, tired of the simple life of following Jesus, longing for his own comforts. That frightened me a little. Did people truly fall away like that, little by little, until they could no longer see what was right? Judas had once believed, but he had let selfishness creep in, and soon he no longer heard the voice of Jesus in his heart. Sister and I talked about that—how the world and its desires can press in and make a soul forget what truly matters. I promised myself I would guard against such coldness.
At the end of the meditation, Sister Hilda had written a prayer. It was such a nice prayer that I asked Sister if we could use it for our evening prayer, and she agreed.
Tonight, by the fire, we will pray it together. I will whisper it in my heart, hoping our dear Lord will always keep me faithful.
Love, Kathy
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