The Mysterious Whisper Of God
My FMM Vocation took a long time for me to achieve. At age five, a nursing Sister would pass my block. She wore a long black habit and veil and carried a black bag. I would run to the corner to meet her and walk with her the length of the block. I recall looking up to the very kind face and sweet smile. That's what I wanted ...I wanted to be a nun.
A few years later, I was seven or eight, and was playing outdoors when, POW It hit me! Why wait? Why not become a nun NOW! I headed off two blocks to the convent, rang the bell and asked the Sister for admission. She asked me if I had my supper yet? I said, "No". "Well then", she said, "First go home and have your supper".
Years later I was still in high school when my sister Theresa took me on a weekend retreat. This may not appeal to the average teenager today, but I recall the time spent so wonderful I didn't want to leave. I wanted to stay. I couldn't wait to become one of them. It was taking so long to become a nun!