“I Can Do All Things Through Him Who Strengthens Me” — Philippians 4:13
I come from a humble village in Shrirampur, where I began my early schooling up to Standard Two. It was my grandfather’s wisdom and foresight that opened a new chapter in my life—he enrolled me in the boarding school at St. Joseph Convent, run by the Religious of RJMs Sisters. Life in the boarding was joyful and enriching, and I fondly remember the warmth and care of the sisters who became my guiding stars.
After completing Standard Four, I visited my uncle in Ahmednagar. Sensing a better opportunity for my education, he suggested I continue my studies there. With my parents’ support, I was admitted to Sacred Heart Convent, where I was also welcomed as a boarder. This was my first encounter with the Congregation of Carmelite Religious (CCR)—a meeting that would quietly shape my future.
Back then, I was far from being a bright student—honestly, I was close to a “big zero.” But through the patient guidance of the sisters, the prayers of my loved ones, and above all, the grace of God, I passed my 10th Standard in my very first attempt. It was a victory of grace over struggle.
Life in the boarding school transformed me. Like a small bird learning to take flight, I discovered independence, responsibility, and joy. I took part in gardening, games, and daily community life. I especially cherished attending Mass and praying the Rosary with the sisters. These simple yet sacred experiences planted seeds in my heart.
After my 10th exams, I visited my aunt in Pune. One day, during a casual conversation, she asked, “Why don’t you join the convent?” Her words struck a chord. It wasn’t the first time I’d heard such a thought—some sisters from Sacred Heart had also once said, “You’d make a good sister.” That moment stirred something deeper in me.
I had several congregations to consider: the RJMs, the Helpers of Mary, Sisters of Charity of St. Anne (SCSA),and the Canossians—all close to my hometown. But I felt strongly drawn to the CCR Sisters. Something about them—their strength, discipline, care, and the values they lived—deeply attracted me. Their tough love had moulded me and stayed with me.
I prayed earnestly, asking God to show me the way. As I listened in silence, a conviction settled in my heart—God wanted me for Himself, and Carmel was the garden where He would plant me.
When I shared my decision with my parents, they were delighted and supported me wholeheartedly. But not everyone was encouraging. Some relatives and neighbors spoke negatively, casting doubts and discouragement. Their harsh words felt like stormy waves trying to overturn my little boat. But in those moments of fear and confusion, I imagined Jesus in the boat with me—calm, present, and whispering, “Do not be afraid.” That assurance gave me courage, and I chose to trust in His call.
Looking back now, as a finally professed sister, I can only marvel at God’s faithfulness. My journey—through aspirancy, postulancy, novitiate, temporary vows, and finally, perpetual profession—has been deeply fulfilling. These years have been filled with growth, purpose, and above all, love. I know I am exactly where God wants me to be.
From a small, forgotten corner of the world, He called me to be His own. I am forever grateful to be His spouse.
Lord, help me always to be faithful in my Religious Life.
