Robert picked us up for Holy Mass this morning—me, Sister Mary Claire, and Mini, who jumped right in the back of the truck like she knew she was going to church. The air smelled like early summer and the breeze felt good through the open window as we rattled down the gravel road.
At Mass, Father LeRoy talked about how the Apostles weren’t sad when Jesus went up to Heaven. Instead, they went back to Jerusalem full of joy. He said that’s the kind of joy that comes from trusting Jesus and obeying Him. I kept thinking how hard it must’ve been to leave the hilltop where they last saw Him—but they didn’t pout or wait around for more signs. They just did what they were told because they loved Him.
I want to be like that. I think sometimes I wait too long, hoping for something special or easy. But maybe joy comes more from obeying than from waiting.
On the way home, Sister and I talked about it. She said joy is a kind of reward for trusting. I liked that a lot.
Mini curled up beside me tonight while I wrote this, and I feel peaceful. I didn’t do anything grand today, but I tried to be joyful in the small things.
Dear Jesus,
Help me trust You like the Apostles did,
And to obey You with joy even when I’d rather stay on the mountaintop.
Teach me to walk cheerfully wherever You send me,
And to love You more than anything in the world.
Amen.
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