The Children of Light

Dear Diary,

It was another cold November morning, and the frost on the windows looked like tiny stars. Robert’s pickup rumbled at the end of the walk, and Sister Mary Claire called for me to hurry. Mini got her usual lift into the cab, and I climbed in beside her, my gloves stiff from the chill. The heater hummed warmly, and I watched the countryside roll past—rows of heavy, broken corn stalks bending low, the ears of corn all gone, leaving only the sharp stubble shining pale in the light.

At St. Mary’s, Father LeRoy spoke about the steward in today’s Gospel, the one who tried to fix his mistakes after wasting what was given to him. He said Jesus wants us to be clever too, but not in a selfish way—to use our minds and hearts for goodness and truth. “The children of light,” he said, “see things clearly and live honestly before God.” I liked that thought—it felt simple and right.

In the afternoon, when the sun peeked out for a bit, I went down to the grotto with Mini. The air was cold and still, and our breath floated like smoke. Mini followed close as I knelt before Mary’s statue. I prayed the Litany of the Blessed Virgin Mary softly, asking her to help me be one of those “children of light” Father talked about. Mini curled up in the dry grass behind me, and everything felt peaceful and good.

Evening Prayer:

Dear Jesus, thank You for this day and for Mary who listens when I speak from my heart. Help me to be honest, kind, and full of Your light in all I do. Amen.

Love,

Kathy

Our Lady of Loreto (Camp Littlemore)