Until this weekend, I had never been to Warren, Ohio before. As I turned off of 422 and onto the unfamiliar local roads, I followed the directions on my GPS and spotted the tall steeple of St. Mary’s Church in the distance. “The sisters are downstairs,” the nun at the door told me, and I followed the direction of her gesture to a room full of people I didn’t know. I was so relieved when I found Sister Norma and Sister Julia amidst the crowd, and as I gave them each a hug, I felt welcome in this new place. I knew I had a group I belonged to.
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