Dear Diary,
This morning at St. Mary’s, the Gospel reading was from Matthew 17:14-20, where a man begged Jesus to heal his son. The disciples had tried but could not help him. Jesus told them it was because of their little faith. He said that if we have faith even as small as a mustard seed, we could tell a mountain to move and it would. Father LeRoy explained in his homily that Jesus wasn’t asking us to move real mountains, but to trust Him enough that the impossible things in our lives—our fears, our struggles—can be changed through prayer and faith.
After Mass, Tom offered us a ride in his old pickup to the Kalona Dairy. The sun was warm, and Mini sat in my lap with her head out the window, letting the breeze ripple her fur. Sister Mary Claire wanted fresh milk and whipping cream for the Dunlap strawberries ripening in her garden. At the dairy, the cool air smelled of sweet cream, and I imagined how the whipped topping would look piled high on the bright red berries.
Now the kitchen smells faintly of strawberries from where Sister sorted them for tomorrow’s dessert. I keep thinking about that mustard seed. It’s so small, yet it holds all the promise of what God can do when we trust Him.
Evening Prayer
Dear Jesus,
Help me to believe in You with all my heart,
even when my faith feels as small as a seed.
Teach me to trust Your power in every moment,
and to remember that nothing is impossible for You.
Amen.
Love,
Kathy
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