This morning felt soft and early, like the world was still rubbing its eyes. Robert picked us up as usual and right on time at the mailbox, and we all squeezed in together—Sister Mary Claire, Mini, and me—ready for early Mass. Mini sat properly between us like she always does, part of our little trio.
At Mass, Father LeRoy brought today’s meditation from The Circling Year right into his homily. He explained how Our Lord calls us not just to believe in Him quietly, but to follow Him bravely—especially when it costs us something. He said that Lent is like walking behind Jesus on a narrow road. Sometimes we want to step off to the side where it’s easier, but love keeps us close behind Him. Father’s voice grew gentle when he reminded us that even small sacrifices, offered with love, are beautiful to God. I thought about that very hard.
After Mass, Robert surprised us by turning toward town instead of home. We ended up at the Breakfast Club in Littlemore! All four cousins were there—Hayden, Caleb, Sasha, and Max—busy as could be. The place smelled like coffee and warm syrup.
Caleb himself served the waffles, tall and golden on our plates. And then he said something that made my eyes widen. He churned the butter himself! He even imported the churn all the way from England. Imagine that—an English butter churn in Littlemore! He brought out a pat of butter shaped neatly from his own butter form, and when it melted over the hot waffles it tasted fresh and rich and almost sweet. Wow. It was such a treat.
When we were leaving, Caleb handed us a whole stick of his butter to take home. We thanked him kindly, but next time we will not accept it without paying. Good butter and good work deserve it. Still, what a generous heart.
The ride home was peaceful. The sun was climbing higher, and the roads looked brighter than they had in the early morning. Mini rested her chin on Sister’s lap, perfectly content. I kept thinking about Father LeRoy’s words—that love follows close behind Jesus, even on narrow roads. Maybe today that narrow road is simply being grateful and trying to do better tomorrow.
Tonight, the butter is in our icebox, and my heart feels warm.
Evening Prayer
Dear Jesus,
Help me to follow close behind You, even when the road feels narrow or hard.
Bless Father LeRoy, and bless Robert for always bringing us safely to Church.
Bless the four cousins and especially Caleb for his kindness and his butter churn from England.
Teach me to give generously and to receive gratefully.
And may everything I do tomorrow be done for love of You.
Amen.
Love,
Kathy
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