Before we were even out of bed this morning, the phone rang on the little table in the hallway. Sister Mary Claire hurried to answer it, and I could hear her say, “Good morning, Robert,” in her gentle voice. A moment later she called back to me, “Kathy, Robert says to look outside!”
I slipped out from under the covers and pushed back the curtain. Everything was white — not just snowy, but blizzard white, with the wind sweeping snow across the yard like waves. I could hardly see the lilacs at all.
Sister hung up the phone and said, “He told us we’d better stay tucked in today. The roads are drifted shut, and he can’t even get his truck started.” Mini peeked out from her tent in the corner, her ears perked. She must have sensed something exciting was going on.
After breakfast, Sister Mary Claire read the Gospel to me — the one where Jesus drew near Jerusalem and wept because the people didn’t understand what would bring them peace. Sister read it slowly, with her voice soft against the sound of the wind rattling the windows.
When she finished, I asked her why Jesus cried. She sat down beside me and said, “Kathy, He loved them so much. But their hearts weren’t ready to welcome Him. Sometimes people turn away from peace without even knowing it.” She smoothed the end of my braid while she talked. “We must try to keep our hearts open, even in the middle of storms.”
Mini climbed partway out of her tent then and gave a tiny yawn. I think she understood a little bit — dogs always seem to know when love is being talked about.
The wind kept blowing around the house, but inside everything felt warm. Sister worked on her sewing while I curled up with my Glories of Mary book. Reading about Our Lady’s tender care for souls made me feel peaceful, even with the storm swirling outside. I liked knowing Mary was close, watching over us.
Tonight we knelt for evening prayer. Sister prayed that our hearts would always stay gentle and open to Jesus, even when life feels blustery. I prayed the same. Mini lay still at our feet, and I felt so grateful for our little home, tucked in safely against the storm.
Love, Kathy
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