This beautiful time of year is rich in so many memories, so many wonderful times with family and friends, along with the beautiful colors of the leaves that are now starting to fall from the trees. It’s also the time for high school “Homecoming.” However, this year, I’m sure events are being curtailed or modified due to the Coronavirus. Nonetheless, this week, I had my own sort of homecoming. I was invited to come down to our provincial house in Hankinson to help with our community’s newsletter. It’s been a while since an issue came out. I had never worked on layout for this particular newsletter before (although I had written a few articles for it over the years), so it was a new experience. It was a fun challenge to undertake, though. I arrived at the convent about 1 p.m. Tuesday, and, after bringing my bags upstairs, met right away with the Sister whom I was to help with this project. After an afternoon of work, it was time to join the other Sisters in the chapel for the rosary and vespers. As I walked into the large chapel and found the pew that I have been using during recent visits, a sense of homecoming came over me. This was the place where I had begun my formation for religious life, and where I had made my vows. It was the place that I had first visited as a 24 year-old, not too long out of college. While it was not the house I grew up in, as a “Hankinson Franciscan,” it is a sort of spiritual home. I am grateful to God for bringing me here, for guiding my along my life’s path, and calling me to this amazing (if, at times, challenging) vocation. I pray and trust that He will continue to be with me on this journey; I hope, too, that one day I may have a final homecoming in heaven.
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