I did not know very many Sisters except the Sisters of Mercy who taught me in school. I observed the Sisters very closely and they were always a source of admiration for me and made me aware of the sacred. Being a quiet and a rather shy person I didn’t ask questions or share my thoughts and feelings. I did not like school, but I found myself going to school to be with the Sisters, so greatly was I attracted to them
Read MoreAt the three o’clock hour on a Friday afternoon, a well dressed young woman prayed alone in our chapel on Benita Avenue. Unexpectedly, a ray of understanding filled her soul with quiet conviction of what she must do: “The One who died for you is here.” She knew He was calling her to enter our monastery, and said to herself, “I’d better talk to the superior about entering.”
Read MoreOn telling my mother of my decision, she simply said, “If that is what you want to do.” My dad, surprisingly, did not respond so favorably. He had been expecting that I would enter a convent but not this kind! He never spoke of it in the following weeks but was kind and obliging. After some time, Father Whelan took my dad for a “long ride,” and daddy returned completely won over to my vocation to cloistered life.
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