Vocation Stories

  • My Precious Pearl +

    I can connect the words of a certain song with an important event of my life. When you fully recognize your vocation, the words of the following song seem to be appropriate: " You were walking on the earth as human , o Lordlike every human, you had the heart and two hands.You shared your great heart with people,You divided it as a bread.People take this bread from Your Hands,Because You still give like you used to.Take me, o Lord, in your handsLIKE A GIFT, BECAUSE I'M ALL YOURS! I give you my heart, o Lord,I give you my strong hands.Give my hands strength,So they can bring the world up to You !" Read More

  • Sr. Immaculee +

    I guess we all have different life stories, and so when it comes to vocations it can be even worse. I come from an out station where parish terminology is concerned. When I was growing up we had Holy Mass once a month that is every 4th Sunday, if I am not mistaken. This means the rest of the Sundays we had services conducted by Catechists. Those who wanted to attend Holy Mass weekly had to walk miles and miles. When I was smart enough to know what was going on around me, I remember coming home and telling my mother that I was going to be a priest. Read More

  • Sr. Katarzyna’s vocation story +

    I cherish my Catholic Faith with my entire heart. At home with my family, we were reading Bible every night and every night we were praying Holy Rosary. In my heart, I had an extreme desire to know God better. I was so eager to go to church every Sunday and with my family attend Holy Mass. That experience brought me closer to God. I could feel how God gently was touching my heart causing me fall in love with Him. And at age of seventeen, for the first time in my life, I felt that God was inviting me to follow Him in a radical way. Day by day, the inner calling to give my life to God was getting stronger. At that point, I already knew that God was calling me to follow Him in religious vocation. At first, I felt a little nervous because I knew that… Read More

  • The Most Difficult Choice +

    It was two weeks before the examination for the high-school diploma. I was looking at scattered books. With all my heart, I prayed to God for understanding of His plans toward my life. What should I choose: college, trip abroad, or, what I feared most, religious life? I was submerged in my deep thoughts, when my Mom came to my room giving me the religious magazine, "The Knight of Immaculate". She said, "Read, here you will find what you were looking for." On suggested by my mom page, I saw a lot of addresses to religious congregations for women. Among them were also the ones with the goal of mission work. After graduating from elementary school, I confided in my Mom telling her about my desire to serve God and people as a missionary. At that time, we agreed that I will finish high school, and then make my decision.… Read More

  • The Week at the end of August +

    When I think "My vocation", I focus subconsciously on one moment of my life. I know that this calling to a life as a member of the Missionary Sisters of the Holy Family was always in God's mind. I also know that all events of my life led to the recognition of my own way. However, this one moment had played an important role. It was the time when I experienced, in a very intense way, God's invitation to live in chastity, poverty, and obedience. This one week of August is still very vivid. What happened at that time brings fruit and directs my daily decisions. I feel that I could never be grateful enough for the light which made everything so clear, for the grace of certainty which couldn't suggest the decision of rejecting the happiness, for the experience of putting the puzzle of events in the past into… Read More
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Sr. Elizabeth's Vocation Story

A vocation journey always begins from something, somewhere, with someone or with some people who might have come your way and inspire you in one way or another towards a religious vocation. My vocation’s history began when I was a young girl. For the reason that my parents were business people most of the times I was with my grandmother, Elizabeth; may she rest in peace. I recall that every Sunday my grandmother would take me with her to Church. Soon after mass I would accompany her to a  group of Catholic women, famously known as CWA, for their group’s prayers. Conspicuously, each one of the group member, my grandmother included, had a head wrap that identified them. For me, this head wrap was so captivating leave alone how nicely they tied it on their heads. I was young in grade one to three, but the memories are still fresh.

            As I grew up, my grandmother used to narrate to me other stories. Amazingly, she said I desired to have a head wrap to be like them. In the meantime, I came across the Consolata sisters who used to do apostolate in our parish, but it was quite a distance to go there every Sunday.  As a young girl, I found it fascinating to see Consolata Sisters with their nicely worn veil and habits. It was so wonderful that I could not understand. Besides, I was admiring how fluent they were in my local language, kikuyu, despite being Italians. I could always gaze at them until my grandmother could pull me away saying; “come let us go home”. To my surprise, the sisters had noticed me and sometimes they gave me sweets as they passed by.  These stories mark the beginning of my desire to be a religious nun and all along I grew in love of the Church as a committed member. Thanks to my parents, in their company I enjoyed going to Church to pray.

            Later, when I went to high school, I met other sisters who came to our parish when Consolata sisters left; they were African sisters, therefore, this made it easier for me to inquire more about religious life. Whenever we met, something like burning fire ran through my whole body. One of those days, I met a girl who was to attend a discernment seminar in one of the congregations in Kenya. She invited me and we went together. Unfortunately, during the seminar, something happened that made me feel disinterested with religious life. One sister was so unwelcoming that she quarreled us in everything we got involved in. Consequently, my desire for religious life faded away. This happened when I was in grade ten. In grade eleven and twelve, I decided not to share much with the sisters who were with us in our youth group; simply, I lost interest. Sisters wondered about my sudden and dramatic change and always sought for me at home. Sometimes, I ran away from them. I did not want anything to do with religious sisters not until my final days in the high school. Awkwardly, instead of studying for my final exam,  I enthusiastically read about different religious congregations. My study for final examination happened only in group-work, but when alone I could not do anything.  

            The desire to be a religious sister resumed so strongly that it was irresistible. Sometimes, I cried not knowing what was happening within me. The spirit of serving God’s people blew in me to its fullest that I could not hesitate anymore, especially when people shared about service and works of charity. After my grade twelve examination, in the December holidays, it was a custom of my parish to organize youth group seminars. As such, the seminar was organized, and various speakers were invited that included our Sr. Rosalia Mugure. After the first session, in break time, I approached her and inquired about her congregation. We talked and she requested me to write a letter if  I was interested. I did write immediately, and sister took it with her. A week later, I was invited for a “come and see” program. I attended and got admission for my Aspirancy the following year. I thank Sr. Rosalia for showing me the Missionary sisters of the Holy Family where I call home since then up to now. Most importantly, I thank God asking for the necessary grace from Him to maintain this spirit of joy and service in my religious life.

Blessings.

Sr. Elizabeth