Learning What is Important

Growing up I had always wanted to be a nun, not a Sister. I ached to be a nun who wore a habit and lived a cloistered life at a monastery with a garden and maybe cows. Definitely chickens. Better yet to be a nun working a monastery farm to grow food to feed the religious community and the poor. Maybe I’d even get to drive a tractor in veil and habit. I dreamed of growing flowers for the altar and Mother Mary’s alcove. I hoped to stand in the golden light of candles, to kneel in Adoration, to pray, and pray, and pray in the mesmerizing silence of God. Read one woman’s account of how she learned what is important:

Benedictine Cross Kerfuffle.

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