Dear Diary,
Another quiet day of resting—this cold is surely one of the worst I’ve ever had. Sister says I am getting better, but I still feel weak and tired. Mini stayed by my side again, her warm little body pressed against me, as if she knows I need her close.
Lately, I’ve gotten into the habit of opening my big book and letting an image speak to me. Today, the page fell open to a picture with the words: “Lead me, Lord, and I will arrive at Your sanctuary.” I stared at it for a long time. The image showed the Sacred Heart shining above, with streams of grace flowing down like a path, and doves gathering toward it.
I thought about those little doves—so small, yet they keep moving forward, drawn by the light of His Heart. They don’t question, they just follow where He leads. And isn’t that what I should do? Even now, when I’m too sick to do much of anything, I can still let Him lead me. Maybe this time of rest is part of the journey, too. I don’t have to know exactly where He is taking me—I just have to trust that if I follow, He will bring me to His sanctuary, His Heart.
So today, I offer Him my little steps—waiting, resting, trusting. And I know that, even in this quiet time, He is leading me.
Dear Lord, lead me always, even when I feel weak and uncertain. Let my heart follow You like the little doves, trusting that You are bringing me closer to You. Thank You for this quiet day, for Mini’s comfort, and for the peace of knowing You are near. Amen.
Goodnight, dear Diary.
Another quiet day of resting—this cold is surely one of the worst I’ve ever had. Sister says I am getting better, but I still feel weak and tired. Mini stayed by my side again, her warm little body pressed against me, as if she knows I need her close.
Lately, I’ve gotten into the habit of opening my big book and letting an image speak to me. Today, the page fell open to a picture with the words: “Lead me, Lord, and I will arrive at Your sanctuary.” I stared at it for a long time. The image showed the Sacred Heart shining above, with streams of grace flowing down like a path, and doves gathering toward it.
I thought about those little doves—so small, yet they keep moving forward, drawn by the light of His Heart. They don’t question, they just follow where He leads. And isn’t that what I should do? Even now, when I’m too sick to do much of anything, I can still let Him lead me. Maybe this time of rest is part of the journey, too. I don’t have to know exactly where He is taking me—I just have to trust that if I follow, He will bring me to His sanctuary, His Heart.
So today, I offer Him my little steps—waiting, resting, trusting. And I know that, even in this quiet time, He is leading me.
Dear Lord, lead me always, even when I feel weak and uncertain. Let my heart follow You like the little doves, trusting that You are bringing me closer to You. Thank You for this quiet day, for Mini’s comfort, and for the peace of knowing You are near. Amen.
Goodnight, dear Diary.
Love, Kathy
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