Today the temperature never climbed above five degrees, and the wind made it downright dangerous to stay outside for more than a few minutes. The chill is far below zero, and even the trees sound brittle when they sway. So we all stayed put, safe and warm in the cozy living room, with the stove working steady and faithful.
I began the new book The Story of Our Lady of Lourdes, and I could hardly lift my eyes from it. The first chapter tells about the little town of Lourdes in France, tucked near the mountains with a river running through it and an old castle standing watch. It feels like such an ordinary town — mills, narrow streets, simple homes — and that makes my heart stir, because it reminds me that God so often chooses very ordinary places for His greatest wonders.
Mini stayed curled up tight against my side on the rug, her little body warm as a hot water bottle. Every now and then she would lift her head when the wind rattled the windows, but she seemed content knowing we were staying in. I read aloud a few lines to her, and I told her that somewhere far across the ocean, in a quiet town much like our own, something beautiful was about to happen.
It feels special to begin a book like this on such a still and serious winter day. The cold outside makes the warmth inside feel like a blessing. And the quiet makes the story seem even closer.
Love,
Kathy
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