The Beginning

I have a desire to write. So, I am going to write about the upcoming events in my life.  I have been accepted to the School Sisters of St. Francis in Panhandle, Texas.  I will hopefully be entering the convent in the summer of 2012.  But I suppose we need to start in the beginning where all good stories start. 

I was not raised in a religious family.  I knew there was a God but other than that God was not a part of my life.  I went through a series of unfortunate events which led me to believe that God was not a loving God.  With that attitude I moved to Dothan, Alabama where I was introduced to the Catholic Church and found what my heart was longing for.  I found a loving God; He was fully present in the Eucharist.

Four years later, I officially joined the Catholic Church and received the Sacraments of Baptism, Confirmation, and Communion on April 7, 2007 at Sacred Heart Catholic Church in Milledgeville, Georgia.  In my junior year of college during the Easter Vigil Mass the idea of being a sister floated into my head.  I dismissed it as foolishness because  I wanted a nice Catholic husband and a house full of kids.  I continued to pray about what God wanted me to do.

That summer I went to Adoration weekly just to sit with the Blessed Sacrament and ask Him what He desired of me.  That summer, I also started wearing the chapel veil.  This led me to a deeper love of the Eucharist.  I did start dating a wonderful young man.  Maybe this was God saying that He did want me to be married.  I continued to pray and ask God what He wanted.  I continued to contact communities.  That summer I visited the School Sisters of St. Francis in Panhandle, Texas.  I was very nervous going there but once I arrived and settled in I fell in love with the Sisters.  But then it was time for me to leave.  I did not want to leave.

I then got a job in a little town in Minnesota as a youth minister.  By this time I was able to discern more closely that God is calling me to himself.  I asked for an application in December and returned it in February. I also scheduled another visit in March.  I was looking forward to this!  I felt like I was going home.  I was returning to were I belonged.  I spent almost a week there and loved every moment, well almost every moment.  The psychological evaluation was not all that enjoyable but it was necessary.

The day that I had to leave was very sad!  I did not want to leave.  I felt as if I was leaving my family once again.  I felt like this is where I was supposed to be.  I knew that my job was not done in Minnesota.  So, I returned back to my teens still unsure if I had been accepted or not.

Two weeks, or so later, I found out that I had been accepted!  Now that brings us to today.

I ask that you continue to pray for me as I go through this journey.  You are all in my prayers.