Dear Diary,
This morning Sister Mary Claire and I woke up and the thermometer said +6°. It was the kind of cold that makes the whole world feel extra quiet, like even the trees are trying not to crackle.
Sister had the stove going right away, and our little house warmed up so quickly it felt like it wanted to be cozy for us. We ate oatmeal with heavy whipping cream, and honestly it brought all things together in a way that felt almost like a promise—plain and good and steady.
Mini was right there, of course, watching every spoonful like it was her personal duty to make sure nothing bad happened to even one flake of oatmeal. Her reward was a spoonful oatmeal left in my dish topped with another spoon of whipping cream.
When I put on my parka and scarf, I bundled so tight my face was hardly showing. Sister laughed softly and said I looked like a little winter pilgrim. Mini trotted around my boots like she was helping.
Robert picked us up for Mass, and when we stepped outside the cold grabbed hold of us again. I climbed into the pickup with my scarf pulled up high, and Sister tucked me in just a little more, the way she does, like she’s making sure I’m safe from the whole wide winter.
At Church, Father LeRoy talked about the angels singing over Bethlehem—how they gave glory to God first, and then how peace came to men of good will. He said the angels weren’t just making a beautiful sound. They were showing what order our hearts should be in: God first, and then everything else finds its right place.
He said if we try to glorify God in the small things—our chores, our words, our “yes” when we don’t feel like it—then peace starts to settle in us, not like a loud feeling, but like a steady one that doesn’t get knocked over so easily. He even said the angels adore Jesus with such purity and love, and we can join them in our own little way, even if we’re just ordinary people in winter coats.
I kept thinking about that: joining the angels in a “little way.” It made me feel like even my small prayers count, like I can kneel there with my cold hands and still be close to Bethlehem.
When we got home, the house felt warm again, and Mini looked so pleased, like she had successfully guided us through the whole adventure.
My Resolution
Today I will try to give God glory first—especially in the little moments—so His peace can stay in my heart.
Evening Prayer
O Jesus, newborn King, let me love You with a clean and happy heart. Help me to praise You like the angels do, and to do my duties with good will. Put Your peace inside our home and inside me. Amen.
Love, Kathy
Robert picked us up for Mass, and when we stepped outside the cold grabbed hold of us again. I climbed into the pickup with my scarf pulled up high, and Sister tucked me in just a little more, the way she does, like she’s making sure I’m safe from the whole wide winter.
At Church, Father LeRoy talked about the angels singing over Bethlehem—how they gave glory to God first, and then how peace came to men of good will. He said the angels weren’t just making a beautiful sound. They were showing what order our hearts should be in: God first, and then everything else finds its right place.
He said if we try to glorify God in the small things—our chores, our words, our “yes” when we don’t feel like it—then peace starts to settle in us, not like a loud feeling, but like a steady one that doesn’t get knocked over so easily. He even said the angels adore Jesus with such purity and love, and we can join them in our own little way, even if we’re just ordinary people in winter coats.
I kept thinking about that: joining the angels in a “little way.” It made me feel like even my small prayers count, like I can kneel there with my cold hands and still be close to Bethlehem.
When we got home, the house felt warm again, and Mini looked so pleased, like she had successfully guided us through the whole adventure.
My Resolution
Today I will try to give God glory first—especially in the little moments—so His peace can stay in my heart.
Evening Prayer
O Jesus, newborn King, let me love You with a clean and happy heart. Help me to praise You like the angels do, and to do my duties with good will. Put Your peace inside our home and inside me. Amen.
Love, Kathy
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