This morning at Mass, Father LeRoy talked about the Holy Family when they had to live in Egypt—so far from home, and surrounded by people who did not know the true God. He said it wasn’t just the long traveling that was hard. It was the loneliness of being strangers, and the sorrow of seeing idols and sin everywhere, while Jesus, Mary, and Joseph loved God with their whole hearts. But Father said they still had a quiet peace—because they were together, and they were doing exactly what God asked.
So after chores, I slipped over to the ole garage with Mini and started a little fire in the stove. The first flame caught gentle and orange, and the stove began to tick the way it does when it wakes up. Mini curled close like a proper little guard, her ears up, watching the firelight dance on the floorboards.
And since I’m here right now, with the warmth growing and the cold pushed back a little, I keep thinking about Egypt. I can almost picture Saint Joseph checking the door, and Our Lady keeping Jesus close, and all of them living quiet and hidden where God placed them. Father LeRoy said the Holy Family didn’t get to pick their comforts—they only chose to obey and trust. So I’m trying to do the same in this little place: not wishing I were somewhere else, not fussing, but telling Jesus simply that I want to be faithful right where I am. The fire is small, but it’s steady, and it makes me think how grace can be like that too—quiet, steady, enough.
Resolution: In all trials and little disappointments, I will seek my comfort in God alone.
Evening Prayer:
Jesus, Mary, and Joseph, keep me close to You. Help me to be humble and peaceful, and to love Your will even when I don’t understand it. Let Your grace be my comfort. Amen.
Love, Kathy
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