The early winter storm was short-lived, leaving only a dusting of snow in the fence corners and a soft sparkle over the fields. When Sister and I woke, it was 40 degrees—still cold enough for coats and mittens, but gentle compared to yesterday’s sharp wind. Mini stretched and yawned, following close behind as we got ready for Mass.
Robert’s pickup was waiting at the end of the sidewalk, engine humming and the heater had it toasty warm inside. Sister and I climbed in, and Robert lifted little Mini up to settle on Sister’s lap. “There we go, your Sunday passenger,” he said with a grin. Mini looked quite pleased with herself as we started down the gravel road toward St. Mary’s.
At Mass, Father LeRoy read from the Gospel of St. Luke, where Jesus told His Apostles about the servant who, after working in the field, still serves his master before taking his own rest. Father said this teaches us humility—that when we do our duties with love, we shouldn’t look for thanks, only to please God. “The true heart,” he said, “does good quietly and finds joy in the doing.” Sister smiled at me, and I understood what she meant when she often says love makes work light.
After Mass, Robert took the ridge road home, where the sun shone soft and pale over the quiet fields. The rows of corn stubble peeked through patches of snow, waiting for spring. Mini sat between us, her ears perked, watching the world pass by.
Now the lamps are glowing, and the house feels peaceful. Mini is asleep in her blanket by the door, and Sister is finishing her rosary.
Evening Prayer:
Dear Jesus, help me to serve You with a humble and happy heart. Let every little thing I do be for love of You. Bless Sister, Robert, and dear Mini tonight. Amen.
Love,
Kathy
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