The morning was so cold—just 34 degrees when I got up. Sister Mary Claire said we’d better eat something warm before Church, because “you need a few calories to keep the chill out.” She made oatmeal with brown sugar and a pat of butter melting on top, and we poured on cold whole milk from the Kalona Dairy. It was simple but so good, and it made the kitchen feel cozy before we bundled up.
Sister helped me into my parka, scarf, and mittens until I could hardly move. I said I looked like a snowball, but she just smiled and said, “A warm snowball’s a smart one.”
Robert’s pickup was waiting at the end of the sidewalk, puffing little white clouds in the frosty air. He gave Mini a boost inside, and she scrambled right across Sister’s lap to her spot by the passenger window, fogging up the glass with her breath.
The fields glittered silver as the sun came up, and the Church stove was already glowing when we arrived. Father LeRoy spoke about Jesus healing the man with dropsy on the Sabbath—how love and mercy come before rules. It felt like something worth holding in my heart all day long.
When we got home, the sun was still low and cold, shining through the frosted windows. Mini trotted up the porch steps, wagging her whole little body.
Evening Prayer
Dear Jesus, thank You for warm breakfasts, kind hearts, and Your mercy that never waits for a better time.
Love,
Kathy
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