Habit, belt and rosary resting on altar

Memories of Receiving the Habit

On the day I received the religious habit, I was 19 years old and only a little more than 10 months in the Community.  The experience was a life-changing one as in our early formation we  knew that the Reception of the Habit was the beginning of our “spousal relationship” with Christ.  I was now a “bride of the Lord and King of the universe.”  This was an awesome and overwhelming event in my initial steps in religious life.  To this very day, almost 48 years later, it is mind boggling to realized that when I dress every morning and I put on my habit, I am clothing myself in my bridal gown, the bridal gown that I put on 47 years ago.  May the Lord continue to be given praise and glory by my religious witness.

 

 

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