Content written by Lori
Did you have a pen pal growing up? What did you learn from your pal?
Today, why not discover the work of a poet you’ve never heard of before?
Everything you do now in the interest of others, in the interest of stemming the tide of this disease, is growing yourself beyond your former boundaries. And that is a good thing.
Let the holy within you rise
to greet silence as a friend
and enter into prayer
that moves and lives
and has being in you
for as long as it lasts.
“I developed an understanding of ‘community,’ a feeling of inclusiveness and the power of presence with God, Saint Mother Theodore and each other. It was a mystical time.” Providence Associates share about the life-giving year of integration as they moved toward becoming Providence Associates of the Sisters of Providence of Saint Mary-of-the-Woods.
I would say that if you are looking for a connection with people who care deeply about intimacy with God by following Jesus and standing with those of the edge of society, then become a Providence Associate!
“When I arrived in the USA, I wasn’t angry or sad. I just felt lost. I learned that the future is never certain, and in order to make it, I must push forward.”
As a Providence Associate, you become part of a community of strong, progressive women religious, and you help promote the Sisters of Providence’s mission of love, mercy, and justice in service among God’s people.
“I was invited to begin the process to learn about Providence and what it would mean to be in relationship to the sisters. I felt that my prayers had been answered,” says Providence Associate Rae Huffman. “I learned that there are many ways to follow the call of Providence and have a connection to the Sisters of Providence.”
I have been mentored and learned a great deal about spirituality and life in general. I now know the real importance of living a life based on love, mercy and justice — not just the meaning of the words.
There are places God has glanced
with lightest touch of hand, some swept,
palm to earth, and some in which God’s hand
sinks into soil like a sculptor’s hand in clay, that shout …
“I was mad at Mother Theodore!” Sandra confesses. For years, Sandra had struggled with corneal degeneration. Prayers for Mother Theodore’s intervention seemed to fall on deaf ears.
“I wandered around the grounds complaining,” Sandra explains. “I ‘heard’ a voice saying, ‘Tell my story.’ Well, I said, ‘I am telling MY story!’ But the voice came again, and I realized it was HER! Telling me to tell HER story! I decided to do it.”
Providence Associate Lori Strawn is a freelance writer and editor who lives in Witchita, Kansas. A 1987 graduate of Saint Mary-of-the-Woods College, Lori formerly served on the advisory board for the Providence Associates.