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A Journey as a Destination

(From Left to Right) Sr. Maris Stella, Sr. M. Pieta, Sr. M. Alexandra, Sr. Maria Consuela & Anna pose in front of the Shrine Church at the Shrine of Our Lady of Guadalupe in LaCrosse
During week two of the Psalter, one encounters an antiphon that reads: “When will I come to the end of my pilgrimage and enter the presence of God”?  Yes, life is a pilgrimage, and there are many moments along the way where one can enter into the presence of God.  There is one thing that is certain about pilgrimages; no one embarks on one by accident.  So we must ask ourselves, what journey am I on?  What pilgrimage am I on?  Where is my destination?  Recently the Novitiate set out on a pilgrimage to the many holy shrines in Wisconsin.  It was a beautiful journey filled with much love and joy!  From the Shrine of Our Lady of Guadalupe to Holy Hill, and from the apparition site of Our Lady of Good Help to the St. Joseph Shrine, our hearts were set apart and invited to enter into the journey that awaited each one of us.  Little did we know that the journey that awaited us would be filled with many moments of laughter!

One instance in particular occurred when we locked ourselves out of the van, after getting gas.  Thanks to the help of the local sheriff, we were back on the road in no time.  Later on, our pilgrimage brought us through the tail-gating scene of a Green Bay Packers home game! From lost water bottles, to the distribution of rosaries in McDonalds, we still were able to enter into the presence of God amidst the unexpected.  The Novitiate encountered beautiful hospitality from the House of Formation and its aspirants.  A love of community blossomed.  So, while this pilgrimage to Wisconsin had come to an end, we had only just begun to enter into the presence of God. You and our community accompanied us in a special way as we prayed and lit candles for your intentions!

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