Ave! On the Blessed Solemnity of the Assumption of the Blessed Virgin Mary, I began my life as a religious. I am in awe of the passage of time and Our Lord’s ability to work through every single moment.
These last few months at home have been challenging. I have had to say goodbye to many things: family, friends, possessions, books, etc. This detachment prepares my heart to begin living the simple life that comes with a vow of poverty (one of the three Vows I will take after my initial years of formation). While some things were very easy to get rid of, like my phone or old clothes, the evil one often tried to convince me that my life would be difficult if I did not leave behind various things in the safety of my parent’s attic.
Yet, as I sat in Adoration after attending daily Mass a couple of weeks ago, Jesus reminded me of the Pearl of Great Price. Where in finding my Pearl, I “went and sold all that [I] had and bought it.” Jesus is my Pearl. And when even that parable is not enough, He caresses me and says, “Beloved, do not be afraid of the Cross.” While I constantly had to remind Jesus that I am terrified of the Cross, I still continued to count down the days. Today is the day. I am no longer like the rich man afraid to give Jesus everything. I am still scared and vulnerable, and yet, how could I say no to the God-Man who has loved me so perfectly?
In Labouré, we are asked at the beginning of our class to invite a person in our lives to be our prayer partner. Someone to keep us afloat in prayer when we can’t quite stay above the surface. Over the last 27 days, my prayer partner, Morgan, and I have been hard at work praying a 54-day Rosary Novena for my family, for myself, and for all those who have gotten me to where I am today. My dear friends, that “where” is finally here, in my convent with my Jesus. You did that. You gave Him to me, in prayers, in financial support, in introductions, in hugs, in phone calls, in the Eucharist.
And so Our Love Story begins, unconventional, radical, supernatural. I usually love words and have read enough of them to be rather fluent in conversation, and yet, as I sit in the gratitude of you all, words fail me. Thank you for giving me the privilege of being a Sister. Thank you for entrusting me with this mission. Thank you for reminding me that I am worthy enough to be His.
Under Mary’s Mantle,
Sisters of the Immaculate Heart of Mary of Wichita