This morning was cold and slick, the kind of winter day that makes everything shine like glass. Robert drove us to Mass, and Mini came too, snug as could be.
At Church, Father LeRoy preached on The Epiphany and the wise men following the star to Jesus. He said the star is like the gift of faith—God gives it, and we must follow it with grateful hearts. Father reminded us that faith isn’t only a feeling; it has duties: to pray reverently, do our work well, be patient with others, and not keep Jesus’ light to ourselves.
After we got home and had lunch, I wanted to go to my secret cave, but the ground was too icy and treacherous. Sister Mary Claire looked out at it and said, “A wise girl knows when to stay close to home.” I didn’t like hearing that (because I wanted my cave!), but I knew she was right.
So I decided I would at least peek at the old garage and think about what it would take to fix it up—seal the cracks, keep the wind out, and make it feel snug enough to sit and pray in.
When I got near the garage, something about it felt… different. It was too quiet, and too closed up, like the building was holding its breath. My stomach did a funny flip, and I suddenly felt like I shouldn’t go any closer.
Mini pressed right up against my leg, ears straight out like she was in airplane mode.
I was too scared to open the door. Instead, I crept up to the dusty window and peeked in—ready to run if I saw something I wasn’t supposed to see.
And, diary… there was a warm glow inside.
Not a wild glow—just steady, like a lantern or a little stove doing its work. The garage was buttoned up tighter than a drum, and it wasn’t just “fixed”—it was furnished and made snug, almost exactly like I had imagined in my own mind. It looked like a real little hideaway, safe from the winter.
Then I saw him—Robert—there inside, as calm as could be, like he belonged there, like he had been doing this kindly work without a single trumpet blast.
I just stood there blinking at the window, half amazed and half embarrassed that I’d been afraid.
When I finally went in, I blurted out, “Robert… how did you know?”
He only smiled that quiet smile of his.
Tonight I keep thinking: God still guides people—sometimes by a star, and sometimes by a quiet kindness that feels like a surprise.
Resolution: I will thank God often for the gift of faith, and I will try to follow it in my little duties today.
Prayer: O Jesus, true Light, keep me faithful and grateful. Help me follow You like the wise men did, and adore You with a brave, good heart. Amen.
Love, Kathy
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