Dear Diary,
At Mass, Father LeRoy spoke about the Holy Innocents Meditation. He said their suffering was terribly unjust, but that God can gather even sorrow into His hands and bring good from it. Father explained that we don’t need big dramatic trials to love God well—sometimes it’s the little hardships that teach us patience and courage, if we unite them to Jesus instead of complaining.
After Church, before we went home, Sister Mary Claire treated Robert and me to waffles at the Breakfast Club, and we got to see the four cousins again—Hayden, Caleb, Sasha, and Max—busy and cheerful as always. Caleb showed us their small butter churn from England, and he was already studying it like a puzzle, talking about how he could motorize it so it would churn steady and smooth without wearing anyone out. He kept turning the handle, peeking at the parts, and explaining his ideas with that serious, excited look. Robert watched him for a minute and said, “That boy’s got the hand of an engineer,” and Caleb just grinned like he’d been told something important.
The waffle tasted extra wonderful with butter churned right there.
On the way out, Sister said something she once read from G. K. Chesterton—that the world is full of wonders when we don’t get too heavy inside. I liked that, because it made me think: even on a day with a sad feast, God still gives warm trucks, good people, and butter-churned waffles.
Back home, I kept thinking about Father’s words—how God can turn even hard things toward good, and how I want to be brave in the small ways.
Evening Prayer
Dear Jesus, keep my heart gentle and faithful.
Help me carry today’s little hardships with love, and not with grumbling.
Bless Sister Mary Claire, Robert, and our cousins.
Amen.
Love, Kathy
After Church, before we went home, Sister Mary Claire treated Robert and me to waffles at the Breakfast Club, and we got to see the four cousins again—Hayden, Caleb, Sasha, and Max—busy and cheerful as always. Caleb showed us their small butter churn from England, and he was already studying it like a puzzle, talking about how he could motorize it so it would churn steady and smooth without wearing anyone out. He kept turning the handle, peeking at the parts, and explaining his ideas with that serious, excited look. Robert watched him for a minute and said, “That boy’s got the hand of an engineer,” and Caleb just grinned like he’d been told something important.
The waffle tasted extra wonderful with butter churned right there.
On the way out, Sister said something she once read from G. K. Chesterton—that the world is full of wonders when we don’t get too heavy inside. I liked that, because it made me think: even on a day with a sad feast, God still gives warm trucks, good people, and butter-churned waffles.
Back home, I kept thinking about Father’s words—how God can turn even hard things toward good, and how I want to be brave in the small ways.
Evening Prayer
Dear Jesus, keep my heart gentle and faithful.
Help me carry today’s little hardships with love, and not with grumbling.
Bless Sister Mary Claire, Robert, and our cousins.
Amen.
Love, Kathy
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