Cloister Garden

During the third week of July, the other postulants and I attended a nine-day silent retreat in preparation for our novice year. The...

Until someone looked me in the eyes, listened to my story, and understood me…I would never get better. I would never be healed.

That's the source, I realized. The psychological reason for my back pain!

On Good Friday it all pressed close to me, pressing like the Crown of Thorns around the Lord’s tender face. He was suffering today, for me.

Why Lord? I demanded. Why did You give me gifts that I can’t use?

Sister Anna's Challenge During my next conference with Sister Anna, we talked about solutions for my back pain, including possible...

I’d never spent Thanksgiving in a convent full of Sisters, all of whom seemed more excited about the St. Cecilia antiphons than the turkey.

During my first few outdoor recreations, I felt a little nervous. Was this going to be a repeat of my sixth grade gym class?

"Serving coffee to the Sisters is like the eighth work of mercy," the novices liked to joke. After a few invigorating sips, I had to agree.

The morning bell broke the convent's silence with bold, inescapable tones. Ding-ding, ding-ding, ding-ding, ding-ding…

"Don't think without Him." For a place that was so physically peaceful and quiet, I was astonished by all the noise inside my head.

I wasn’t ready yet. I couldn't see the road ahead. But what did that matter, if Jesus wanted me?

“Our life here isn’t natural,” Sr. Emma, the vocational director, had told us. “It’s super-natural.”

I was like my friend Jim: even with such a generous speed limit, I wanted more. Not so much miles per hour, but more out of my life.

Our baby girl would be born in that pandemic darkness, but she would not stay there.

Because Jesus is God and outside of space and time, His Life continues to be lived, mysteriously, in each of His followers.

Like Abraham, “who went out, not knowing where he was to go,” (Hebrews 11:8), I was embarking on a journey with an unknown endpoint.

The Lord was calling me. He spoke to me in those intimate Thursday mornings before the Blessed Sacrament, and through the beauty of the

In the spring of 2010, I worked as an Army public affairs intern on Fort Hood, Texas, a 24-hour drive from my Michigan home. I used my...

Greetings in Christ! My name is Mary Rose Kreger...This week, my friend Lisa invited me to become a contributor on her blog.