My wedding day was not something I would have pictured years ago. Images of walking up the aisle in a white dress with a colorful bouquet with my father was replaced with solemnly processing up the aisle with a candle, in a veil and habit, and with nine other women all making different steps in religious life. Wow- what an amazing gift! In a word… joy. I am given a privilege to be the bride of Christ. In my weakness and unworthiness God called me to be with Him. There is a sense of renewal and awareness of all the tiny and also significant moments that I have come to know my Spouse over the years. In that time, really from the moment of my conception, He has been preparing me. He has been pouring His grace upon me so I could say yes, a continual yes, for this moment. It has been a couple of weeks since my profession and I am grateful that I still have moments of amazement gazing on Christ in the tabernacle that He called me. H
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.