Dear Diary,
We woke up to 35° this morning, and before we could even settle in, Robert was already waiting in the pickup. Sister Mary Claire and I hurried to dress and make ourselves presentable, and we dashed out with Mini—skipping breakfast and deciding we’d eat when we got back.
At Mass, Father LeRoy based his homily on the Feast of St. Stephen meditation. He said St. Stephen was made strong by the Holy Ghost, and that even when people rose up against him, he kept his eyes lifted to Heaven and stayed faithful to Jesus. Father told us the bravest love is when you can forgive and pray—even for the ones who hurt you. Sister whispered that we practice this kind of love in the small moments first, and that’s how our hearts grow strong.
When the sun came out this afternoon, Sister Mary Claire came with me down to the creek, and I brought along a Christmas carrot for Shaggy coat. Indian Creek still hadn’t frozen, and he came right up to the bank when he heard me. I held the carrot steady, and he nibbled it as neat as could be, while Mini watched with her ears up and her eyes bright. Sister smiled the whole time, and it felt like the kind of quiet happiness that makes you remember God is near.
My Resolution:
I will practice patience today and not say anything unkind.
Evening Prayer:
Jesus, give me a brave, loving heart.
St. Stephen, pray for me.
Amen.
Love, Kathy
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