It was 40 degrees this morning when Robert pulled into the yard with his pickup, the windows fogged from the cold. Sister Mary Claire and I hurried out, our breath puffing white in the frosty air. Mini tried to jump into the truck, but the step was too high, so I lifted her up and set her gently on the seat between us. Robert chuckled and said, “That’s one pampered passenger,” as he turned the truck toward St. Mary’s. The heater groaned and rattled, but it took the edge off the chill as we rode down the gravel road through the gray October morning.
At Mass, Father LeRoy read the Gospel about the widow who kept asking the judge for justice until he finally listened to her. Father said that Jesus told this story to remind us to keep praying and not give up, even when it feels like God is quiet. “Faith,” he said, “isn’t proved by quick answers but by hearts that keep praying.” I liked that very much—it made me think that Jesus treasures every prayer, even the ones that seem small.
It didn’t warm up much all day, so Mini and I went to the cave instead of Bernadette’s Spring. The air inside was cool but still, and I lit a little candle by Our Lady’s grotto. I said the Litany of Our Lady and then prayed the Rosary, thinking about the widow who kept going back to the judge. I asked Mary to help me pray like that—with patience, faith, and trust. Mini stayed curled beside me, her little head resting on my knee while the spring bubbled softly nearby.
Dear Jesus, help me to keep praying with faith, even when I don’t see answers right away. Teach me to trust You like the widow did, and to rest in Your peace. And dear Mary, please keep my prayers close to your heart tonight.
Amen.
Love, Kathy
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