When I was five, I dreamed of being a singing Nun when I grew up.
My educational journey started in Catholic school.
Catholic school was the best environment for me. It gave me structure and discipline.
I lived in an apartment building that sat across the parking lot from the house some of the nuns lived. Which meant I was able to pick blackberries off of the blackberries bushes located on their property.
With the nun’s permission of course. There was no way I did anything back then that I was not allowed too.
It made me feel like I was having communion with God outside of school.
I didn’t come from a religious home. I came from a working family. Mom worked nights dad worked evening shift. So I tried my best to stay covered not realizing how important covering would be in my future existence.
My obedience back then was out of this world. If anyone tried to get me to be to adventurous I’d say God said.
I scared my mom to death, the love I had for the nuns and the church.
I also have been Baptized 4 times. I’m a honoree of Christ my Lord and Savior.
Without his Grace and Mercy I would not be here today doing something that allows me to feel the purist of ❤️.
I am grateful that I worked on me in spite of what I’ve needed to experience while fighting for my family legacy to arrive here.
You only get one mother, mine is mine 💎