Even then, I guess, solitude was something I sought. I found solace in the soft light and the simple beauty of the chapel. I remember now that I would take a few minutes each day to pray like a young girl would. I was so sure that He was always there to listen to me.
The chapel is also where I heard the beautiful singing of the sisters in the late afternoons (Vespers, I think). I would be entranced by the angelic voices wafting from the windows. Those moments would transport me into a state that had me imagining I could be like them.
And then I grew up! And would ultimately decide that the sisters' world wasn't for me.
But seeing the chapel again after more than 30 years, it still held me spellbound. Sitting quietly there brought me back to the days when life was pure and simple. Reminding me how good it was when loving God and pleasing him without question was all that mattered.
We also had a chapel when I was in grade school. It was right behind our classroom.But it is tiny compared to this. It was just a prayer room for the handful of nuns who ran our school. Maybe because it was tiny, I was not intimated to drop by anytime. Like you, I also thought I could be a nun but I was rejected and told to come back after college at UP. And I never did. But the habit of touching base with the Lord was formed in that prayer room. Now, it is easy to turn my thoughts to Him anytime, anywhere.
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