Dear Diary,
Brrr! We woke to a hard frost this morning, and by the time we got to Church the coat rack looked ready to give up under everyone’s heavy coats. Sister Mary Claire’s wool one nearly tipped it all over when Robert helped her hang it up. The cold didn’t stop anyone from coming though — the Church was full and smelled of wet mittens and wood smoke from the stove.
Father LeRoy read from the Gospel of Luke 12:39–48, about being ready for the Lord, “for at an hour you do not expect, the Son of Man will come.” He said we don’t know when Jesus will return, so we should try to live every day as if He might come this very hour. Father said a good steward takes care of what’s been given to him — not just his work, but also his soul, his family, and even the little kindnesses that God puts in front of him. Sister Mary Claire whispered that this means even feeding the hens on a cold morning counts if it’s done with love.
When we got down to the cave later, the thermometer read 27 degrees! Mini didn’t seem to mind — her fur is thickening up fast for winter. No ice yet at the spring since the water moves too quick, but before long, watch out little fish! Shaggycoat wasn’t hiding from the cold today. He was chewing on a stick near the creek’s edge, and when he saw us, he hurried right over and got his carrot reward. Mini wagged her whole bottom in greeting.
The air down by the cave was so still, except for the stream running like a hymn. I said a small prayer for everyone to be ready and steady in heart, just like Father LeRoy said.
Evening Prayer
Dear Jesus, thank You for today’s Gospel and for teaching me to be ready for You.
Help me be faithful in little things and trust You in all seasons.
Keep Sister Mary Claire, Mini, and all my friends warm and safe tonight.
Amen.
Love,
Kathy
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