
Yesterday I wrote my soon-to-be Sister name on a document that actually has importance (a.k.a., more official than the girly scribbled signatures in my notebook). This was, of course, after I was reminded of the change to occur regarding the signature bound to me and had to scribble out “Catie”. As I penciled in the letters “Sister Marysia, I felt like a kindergartner struggling to learn the “feel” of my new title. In receiving this name, representing the Polish form of Mary, I pray to learn not just how to form the letters it contains, but how to be formed in the Son which her fiat allowed her to contain. I want to imitate Mary’s trust, openness, and love to conceive Love in all that I am and do. So soon the letters I struggle to remember to write will be a sign of an interior formation that will take much longer than perfecting my signature.
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