When I was four I very innocently said in front of my family that I was going to become a nun. They all burst out laughing. That was it – no more sharing of secrets!
Twenty years later, during his visits to schools, the bishop of Prince Albert, Saskatchewan, came to my class and spoke to me about the Oblates who don’t criticize, don’t complain, are consecrated but are not nuns and don’t wear a habit.
That was it – exactly what I had hoped for.
I started my probation six months after entering the Institute and have never looked back; I have never doubted that I am exactly where I belong.