Today I was sick, and I could hardly get out of bed. Sister Mary Claire did every single outside chore, and I felt sorry that I couldn’t help at all. Mini stayed in the bedroom with me like a little warm nurse, curled up close, and sometimes she looked at me as if she was listening to my breathing.
While I was lying there, I kept thinking about the meditation for December 22nd—how Bethlehem was small, but God chose it anyway. It made me feel better, because my day was small too. Just a bedroom. Just a cold. Just quiet. But maybe Jesus likes small places, if they’re honest and trying.
Bethlehem means “House of Bread,” and it said Jesus is the true Bread of Life. I couldn’t go to Communion today, but I kept thinking of Jesus in the tabernacle—so near, and so patient. Even if I can’t do big works, I can still try to make my heart a little “Bethlehem” for Him: not fancy, just clean and ready. I told Jesus I didn’t have much to give Him today except my sickness and my trust, and I offered Him both.
My Resolution
By being more faithful in little virtues—patience, gratitude, and a gentle spirit—I will try to prepare my heart better for Holy Communion.
Short Prayer
Jesus, Bread of Life, please come and stay close to me. Make my small heart a place where You are welcome. Amen.
Love, Kathy
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