The thermometer by the kitchen window read forty-six this morning, and the wind cut like a knife when we went out to meet Robert by the gate. His old pickup groaned to life, and when Sister Mary Claire asked if the heater was working, he gave a sheepish grin and said, “Not since last winter.” Mini hopped up onto the seat, then straight into Sister’s lap where she could fog the window with her breath. Her warm little body made the ride bearable as the truck rattled down the gravel road toward St. Mary’s.
Father LeRoy’s homily today was about angels. He said most of us picture them flying with wings as wide as clouds, but that’s only a picture to help our minds. The truth, he told us, is that angels don’t travel through space like we do at all. They are where they will to be—there in an instant. He said that’s how we should act when God stirs our hearts—without delay, like the angels moving at the speed of love.
Then he explained how angels can be in one place without taking up any space at all—like the soul that fills our whole body but cannot be measured. It made me think of how God’s grace can fill a heart without making a sound.
And even though they are invisible, Father said, angels can move the world—helping, protecting, and sometimes warning us when we stray. “They are spirit,” he said, “yet they touch what is real.” I thought about that all afternoon—how maybe our prayers reach them in ways no one can see, and how close heaven must be when I whisper a prayer.
The ride home was quieter. Mini slept with her nose against the cold glass, and I watched the corn stubble gleam silver under the pale sky. Even the fields looked like they were listening.
Evening Prayer
Dear Guardian Angel,
keep watch beside my bed tonight.
Help me act quickly when God calls,
and see His light in all
The thermometer by the kitchen window read forty-six this morning, and the wind cut like a knife when we went out to meet Robert by the gate. His old pickup groaned to life, and when Sister Mary Claire asked if the heater was working, he gave a sheepish grin and said, “Not since last winter.” Mini hopped up onto the seat, then straight into Sister’s lap where she could fog the window with her breath. Her warm little body made the ride bearable as the truck rattled down the gravel road toward St. Mary’s.
Father LeRoy’s homily today was about angels. He said most of us picture them flying with wings as wide as clouds, but that’s only a picture to help our minds. The truth, he told us, is that angels don’t travel through space like we do at all. They are where they will to be—there in an instant. He said that’s how we should act when God stirs our hearts—without delay, like the angels moving at the speed of love.
Then he explained how angels can be in one place without taking up any space at all—like the soul that fills our whole body but cannot be measured. It made me think of how God’s grace can fill a heart without making a sound.
And even though they are invisible, Father said, angels can move the world—helping, protecting, and sometimes warning us when we stray. “They are spirit,” he said, “yet they touch what is real.” I thought about that all afternoon—how maybe our prayers reach them in ways no one can see, and how close heaven must be when I whisper a prayer.
The ride home was quieter. Mini slept with her nose against the cold glass, and I watched the corn stubble gleam silver under the pale sky. Even the fields looked like they were listening.
Evening Prayer
Dear Guardian Angel,
keep watch beside my bed tonight.
Help me act quickly when God calls,
and see His light in all things.
Love,
Kathy
The thermometer by the kitchen window read forty-six this morning, and the wind cut like a knife when we went out to meet Robert by the gate. His old pickup groaned to life, and when Sister Mary Claire asked if the heater was working, he gave a sheepish grin and said, “Not since last winter.” Mini hopped up onto the seat, then straight into Sister’s lap where she could fog the window with her breath. Her warm little body made the ride bearable as the truck rattled down the gravel road toward St. Mary’s.
Father LeRoy’s homily today was about angels. He said most of us picture them flying with wings as wide as clouds, but that’s only a picture to help our minds. The truth, he told us, is that angels don’t travel through space like we do at all. They are where they will to be—there in an instant. He said that’s how we should act when God stirs our hearts—without delay, like the angels moving at the speed of love.
Then he explained how angels can be in one place without taking up any space at all—like the soul that fills our whole body but cannot be measured. It made me think of how God’s grace can fill a heart without making a sound.
And even though they are invisible, Father said, angels can move the world—helping, protecting, and sometimes warning us when we stray. “They are spirit,” he said, “yet they touch what is real.” I thought about that all afternoon—how maybe our prayers reach them in ways no one can see, and how close heaven must be when I whisper a prayer.
The ride home was quieter. Mini slept with her nose against the cold glass, and I watched the corn stubble gleam silver under the pale sky. Even the fields looked like they were listening.
Evening Prayer
Dear Guardian Angel,
keep watch beside my bed tonight.
Help me act quickly when God calls,
and see His light in all things.
Love,
Kathythings.
Love,
Kathy
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