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.
The Franciscan Way of the Sisters of St. Francis of the Martyr St. George is the road that St. Francis followed: in the footsteps of Jesus Christ and in the spirit of our foundress, Mother M. Anselma.