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A small tree grew alongside the rusted metal fence

A small tree grew alongside the rusted metal fence in my great-grandmother’s backyard. Its branches drooped beneath the weight of ripened figs, deliciously sweet, and warm from the unrelenting Arizona sun.

I gathered them in a blue plastic bucket and ran barefoot across the gravel yard, bursting through the warped screen door into my great-grandmother’s kitchen. She stood at the stove, making tortillas, her hands strong and movements swift.

She was ninety years old.

In the corner of her kitchen was a statue of the Sacred Heart of Jesus surrounded by flickering candles and fresh roses from her garden. The words she spoke that day echo softly in my mind like an old comforting song, “See His heart? He will always take of you . . . always.”

My great-grandmother didn’t have accolades or affluence. She never learned to read. She never had a bank account, preferring to stuff what little money they had underneath their bedroom mattress. She was a simple woman. A humble woman. A wise woman who shared with her family an immeasurable inheritance.

She shared the Faith, bestowing powerful truths while standing at the kitchen stove. Powerful truths that would wash over me and revive my dry bones many times over the years. A reminder that I have a Lover of my soul. His heart poured out for me. His heart poured out for you. “See His heart? He will always take of you . . . always.” Soak in this truth, sister.

Today’s #BISdailydevotion is written by @mommybowler ✨

O My God, When I look into the future, I am fright

O My God,
When I look into the future, I am frightened,
But why plunge into the future?
Only the present moment is precious to me,
As the future may never enter my soul at all.

It is no longer in my power to change, correct or add to the past;
For neither sages nor prophets could do that.
And so what the past has embraced I must entrust to God.

O present moment, you belong to me, whole and entire.
I desire to use you as best I can.
And although I am weak and small,
You grant me the grace of Your omnipotence.

And so, trusting in Your mercy,
I walk through life like a little child,
Offering You each day this heart
Burning with love for Your greater Glory.

// Saint Faustina

Lord, give us the grace we need for this present moment. Only You can change our hearts.

Make us more like You.

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