TO BE WITH HIM AGAIN: I was not lost—I was being led

I remember the day—the happiest of my life—when I professed my vows and received the religious habit. And the day I thought I lost everything… was not my end, but the beginning of my becoming. In every fall, there is a quiet grace preparing us to rise again.

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