Dear Diary,
Oh what a morning! I woke up bright-eyed and wide awake like I had never even gone to sleep. I was out of bed and dressed in five minutes flat—ready to go to Holy Mass. Ha! But Sister Mary Claire said, “Slow down, little one,” and handed me my tooth brush. So I had to brush my teeth and comb out my braids all tidy. I gave Mini her breakfast—just a scoop of oats and cream, and she wagged her bottom like always.
We met Robert at the mailbox, and he had that happy grin of his, like he was glad to see us. Sister had her meditation book tucked under her arm, and once we were settled in the pickup, she opened it to the Thursday meditation. It was all about Jesus’ Resurrection—not just how He rose, but how His Resurrection is a promise for our own someday, too.
Sister said it’s like a pledge—Jesus rising from the dead means we really will rise too, if we live close to Him. She said heaven is worth every little hardship we bear, because we’re meant for joy that doesn’t end. Robert added that when you're tired or worried, just think of how the saints carried their crosses, trusting God’s promise all the way to the end. I liked that a lot. Then Father LeRoy, during his homily, said the Resurrection isn't just about Jesus coming back to life, but about Him giving us life—eternal life—and that makes every little sacrifice worth it. It made me want to try even harder to love Jesus back.
After Mass, we all went to the Breakfast Club, and Sister Mary Claire treated us! I got a hot waffle with golden butter and real maple syrup. What a treat! Then came the biggest surprise of all—Caleb brought out a dessert waffle just for me, with strawberries and a big dollop of whipped cream from Kalona Dairy. It tasted like springtime and feast days all at once. I didn’t even ask, but Sister smiled and said, “Yes, you may,” before I’d opened my mouth.
The ride home was quiet. Even Mini curled up and napped on my lap. Once we got inside, I yawned and said, “I think I’m all ready for a nap,” and Sister just chuckled and said, “So am I.”
The rest of the day was still and gentle, like Easter week knows how to hush the hours. I helped with a few little things around the house and read a bit, but mostly I thought about how lucky I am to be so loved—by Jesus, by Sister, by everyone He’s put around me.
Dear Jesus,
Thank You for rising from the grave so that I can rise too. Help me to be brave in little things and joyful in quiet ones. Thank You for waffles and sunshine and people who teach me about You. I want to live in a way that makes You smile. Please help me grow into someone You’ll be proud to call Your own.
Amen.
Love,
Kathy
Oh what a morning! I woke up bright-eyed and wide awake like I had never even gone to sleep. I was out of bed and dressed in five minutes flat—ready to go to Holy Mass. Ha! But Sister Mary Claire said, “Slow down, little one,” and handed me my tooth brush. So I had to brush my teeth and comb out my braids all tidy. I gave Mini her breakfast—just a scoop of oats and cream, and she wagged her bottom like always.
We met Robert at the mailbox, and he had that happy grin of his, like he was glad to see us. Sister had her meditation book tucked under her arm, and once we were settled in the pickup, she opened it to the Thursday meditation. It was all about Jesus’ Resurrection—not just how He rose, but how His Resurrection is a promise for our own someday, too.
Sister said it’s like a pledge—Jesus rising from the dead means we really will rise too, if we live close to Him. She said heaven is worth every little hardship we bear, because we’re meant for joy that doesn’t end. Robert added that when you're tired or worried, just think of how the saints carried their crosses, trusting God’s promise all the way to the end. I liked that a lot. Then Father LeRoy, during his homily, said the Resurrection isn't just about Jesus coming back to life, but about Him giving us life—eternal life—and that makes every little sacrifice worth it. It made me want to try even harder to love Jesus back.
After Mass, we all went to the Breakfast Club, and Sister Mary Claire treated us! I got a hot waffle with golden butter and real maple syrup. What a treat! Then came the biggest surprise of all—Caleb brought out a dessert waffle just for me, with strawberries and a big dollop of whipped cream from Kalona Dairy. It tasted like springtime and feast days all at once. I didn’t even ask, but Sister smiled and said, “Yes, you may,” before I’d opened my mouth.
The ride home was quiet. Even Mini curled up and napped on my lap. Once we got inside, I yawned and said, “I think I’m all ready for a nap,” and Sister just chuckled and said, “So am I.”
The rest of the day was still and gentle, like Easter week knows how to hush the hours. I helped with a few little things around the house and read a bit, but mostly I thought about how lucky I am to be so loved—by Jesus, by Sister, by everyone He’s put around me.
Dear Jesus,
Thank You for rising from the grave so that I can rise too. Help me to be brave in little things and joyful in quiet ones. Thank You for waffles and sunshine and people who teach me about You. I want to live in a way that makes You smile. Please help me grow into someone You’ll be proud to call Your own.
Amen.
Love,
Kathy
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