It was 63 degrees this morning, bright and cool with the scent of dried corn in the air. When Robert’s pickup stopped at the lane, Sister Mary Claire and I climbed in, and Mini scrambled right up after us. Sister sat by the window, Mini and I in the middle, and Robert started down the gravel road toward St. Mary’s.
The radio was already tuned to Bishop Barron’s Sunday Sermon. His voice came clear and gentle through the hum of the engine as he spoke about faith—how even if it’s only the size of a mustard seed, it can do great things. He said faith grows when we trust God in the ordinary moments of life and serve Him without seeking reward.
By the time we reached the churchyard, the mist had lifted and the bell was ringing. Father LeRoy’s homily was on the same Gospel. He said that when we do what is right and humble ourselves before God, that’s when faith takes root deep inside our hearts.
On the way home, Sister said, “Kathy, Bishop Barron and Father LeRoy both spoke of faith as something living—it grows by use.” Robert nodded and said, “That’s what keeps a person steady when the wind blows the other way.” Mini gave a soft yawn and rested her head against my arm.
When we reached the mailbox, Robert stopped and waved as we climbed out. The pickup rattled down the road, leaving only a trail of dust behind. The fields were golden and quiet, and I thought again about that tiny mustard seed—so small, yet filled with all the strength of heaven.
Evening Prayer:
Dear Lord, help my faith to grow, even if it begins as small as a mustard seed. Teach me to trust You in the little things and to serve You gladly each day. Let my heart rest steady in Your care. Amen.
Love,
Kathy
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