This morning started out just about perfect. As I went down to the mailbox with Mini, I saw something resting right there on the big rock—an owl feather! It was striped and soft, and I could hardly believe it. That’s the third feather I’ve found this year. I tucked it right into the band of my straw hat, and Sister Mary Claire said it gave me a thoughtful sort of look, like I’d been out walking with Saint Francis.
Robert came by in his pickup truck and we all piled in—me, Sister Mary Claire, and Mini too, who sat like a proper lady between us. On the way to church, Sister read aloud from our meditation book about praising the Blessed Trinity. It said every time we say “Glory be to the Father, and to the Son, and to the Holy Ghost,” with love, it becomes a little gift to God.
At Mass, Father LeRoy talked about the same thing. He said our Sign of the Cross should be like a holy ribbon tied around our day. On the way home, we talked more about how praising God with our words should match our hearts. Robert said that even the way we do chores can become a prayer if we offer it up.
When we got back, Sister Mary Claire invited Robert in for breakfast. She made toast from her white Wonder Bread and fried up two of Omelette’s big brown eggs. I churned the butter yesterday with cream from Kelowna Dairy, and the strawberry jam we used was from last summer’s canning. Robert said it was the best breakfast he’d had all week. Mini sat by his boots, hoping for crumbs.
The rest of the day I kept thinking about the Trinity and my feather, and how everything can be a prayer if I give it to Jesus.
Evening Prayer
Dear God,
Thank You for today’s little treasures—the feather, the sunshine, and our warm kitchen. Help me make my Sign of the Cross with more love, and help every “Glory Be” I say float up to Heaven like a little song. Bless Robert, and Sister Mary Claire, and all of us at Littlemore Farm. And thank You for Mini, who always watches over me.
Amen.
Love,
Kathy
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