This morning the roads were all shiny with ice, so Sister said we’d better stay home. No Church, and honestly I was a little glad, because Mini and I were still warm under the quilt when Sister lit the fire. The fire crackled just right, and Mini stretched out on her side like she owned the whole rug.
After breakfast, Sister read me a meditation about the angels. It sounded scary at first, because it talked about the fallen ones who turned away from God and lost everything good. But Sister stopped and said softly, “Kathy, the point isn’t gloom. It’s to remember how blessed the good angels are—and how much God keeps us close to Him when we choose love.”
So we talked about the good angels instead—the ones who stayed humble and are full of light. Sister said their joy comes from being near God, and that even little acts of kindness pull us closer to that same happiness. I liked that part the most. I imagined my guardian angel sitting by our fire with us, warming his hands like Mini does.
Mini thumped her tail stump when I said that out loud. Sister just smiled.
The day stayed cold and sparkly, but inside everything felt safe and bright. I think the meditation wasn’t really about fear after all—it was about choosing the warm light instead of the cold.
Dear Jesus, thank You for keeping us home and warm today. Help me choose the path the good angels chose—loving, humble, and close to You. Watch over Sister and Mini as we sleep. Amen.
Love,
Kathy
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