Two newly “Perpetually Professed” Sisters! Are you next?

 Two newly “Perpetually Professed” Sisters!

Are you next?

Thank you for your prayers for Sister Bernadette-Marie of Jesus Christ Crucified and Sister Mary Imelda of the Redeemer. After years of discernment, living in the FLM community, and taking temporary (I think that’s the right word for it) vows, both of these Sisters took their vows to the highest level and made them perpetually binding.

They both spent the last month in even more contemplative prayer than normal. They were, by and large, excused from their normal duties/chores to free them up for more intense private prayer as well as their community prayer. The last week or so ramped even that up another notch as they made a private retreat. 

While they were retreating from this world and entering more deeply into the mystical realm where angels and Saints worship God unceasingly, much physical work was being done at the convent. I mentioned briefly last time that the Discalced Carmelites were coming to do all of the work of serving the Pontifical Mass. They built an extension to the extension that had already been built onto the sanctuary so that there was more room for the celebrant, Cardinal Burke, to sit upon his throne. Then they had to move the canopy structure, which had been installed a mere day or two before, but which was now not over the throne in its new place. They did a superb job, even though it meant that at least one of them stayed up all night to complete the construction! 

Cardinal Burke was the celebrant of the Mass and the Bishop of Wichita, Bishop Carl Kemme, was in choir. He was amazed with the beauty and intricacy of the Mass.

The Sisters professed their vows to Mother Maria Regina and then proffered the written document to the Cardinal to acknowledge. Those written statements of their intentions to remain faithful to their vows and their community were then placed under the altar cloth upon which Mass was about to be celebrated. 

The Sisters prostrated themselves before the tabernacle, just outside of the altar rail, and were covered with funeral palls as a symbol of their dying to self and to this world for the sake of the next. As Jesus Christ, their spouse, gave His life for the salvation of all who would accept His grace, so they offered themselves along with Him, joining in His saving act of love.

I was supposed to be in choir, just sitting there and looking pretty. I am good at “sitting there” (fidgets and all) but not so good at the “looking pretty” part, so I swapped that role for the one helping to distribute Holy Communion. Much better!

From my seat I had what seemed to be a perfect view of all that the two Sisters were doing as well as everything that the Cardinal was doing or had done to him. Except that there were three rows of tall priests sitting between me and the ”action.” And even they couldn’t see much because of the swarm of Carmelites surrounding the Cardinal and the Sisters, busily moving, changing, holding, and directing this, that, and the other. 

In reality, I was very thankful that I already knew what was happening, for even xray vision couldn't have pierced the cloud of holiness in front of me! It also kept me focused on praying for the Sisters instead of finding myself in the trap into which I can so easily fall, watching a beautiful religious ceremony with more worldly fascination than otherworldly contemplation.

It was a long, tiring week for everyone, but it was worth it! For the next few days, Compline, and, thus, bedtime was moved up a little bit so that slowly we could catch up on some much needed rest. (By using the Royal “we” I mean “the Sisters” for they are the ones who did even more work than the Carmelites!) Of course, the Sisters are all gung ho to have more ceremonies like that, whether it is for more Perpetual Vows, temporary vows, or whatever else the girls go through to enter the joy of Community Life.

So, ladies, if you are discerning a vocation what are you waiting for? Come and share this life with the FLMs! Their website is listed below.

With prayers for your holiness,

Rev. Fr. Edwin Palka

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For those who wish to ask for prayers, discern a Vocation, or make donations:

[The Sisters now have a website! https://filiae.org/]

This blog is not monetized, since the good Sisters give me food and shelter. But if you wish to support the Filiae Laboris Mariae Sisters under my spiritual care, feel free to send them a note to: St. Joseph Convent, 1250 Hackberry Road, Redfield, KS 66769. They constantly pray, and their benefactors will get great spiritual rewards! That is also the address you can send snail mail to me. I suppose you already know or can guess my gmail address with the F*****P**** in front of it!

Too Much Going On To Post Bird Photos!

 Too Much Going On!

Another week goes by without an article. Sigh.

I told you that I would send photos of the birds coming to the feeders. That should have been a pretty quick and easy article. Copy photo. Paste photo. Repeat. I should have had it done a long time ago. But sometimes things just don’t work out as planned. Not that I am complaining, mind you, just explaining. And I’m not able to do a good job at that, either, for I can’t really think of anything all too important that has been keeping me busy.

Other than the usual Convent routine of praying the 8 canonical hours of the old Breviary, daily Mass, a minimum of 1 1/2 hours of silent meditative prayer before Our Lord in either the Tabernacle or Monstrance, confessions for the Sisters, watching the birds, playing with the goats, writing an occasional letter or two (dozen), and things like that, I really didn’t do much.

Fr. Pillari had a retreat here last weekend. I helped by hearing confessions. It was a silent retreat, so I told the penitents that they had to pantomime their sins. I don’t know how well they did, since they were behind the screen, but.. No, wait, this was a real retreat, not a New Rite crazy thing. 

Before you start castigating me for throwing aspersions on the New Rite way of doing things, I do remember that this week brought a video of a Pentecost Novus Ordo Mass in Argentina wherein the priest was dressed with both Mass vestments and a Minion “helmet” thingy, where costumed female fruits danced around the church, including in the sanctuary, and where bowls of fruit were placed on a table up front so that Father Minion could mix them up and dish them out for the people to eat and enjoy while at Mass, in the church. A bit later in the Mass the Consecrated Hosts were placed in plastic bowls before being given to teens to distribute. The least of my wonders is if those eating the fruit observed the mandatory one-hour fast before receiving Holy Communion. That does assume, obviously, that a consecration actually took place. Which might be doubtful.

Of course, all that nonsense actually made sense once it was explained that he was teaching the people about the Fruits of the Holy Spirit. Whew! I thought he was just another wacko Argentine cleric, but I was glad to find out he was really a good teacher and preacher and theologian and, perhaps, future pope. And, even after international outrage from Catholics who are, well, Catholic, no indication has been given from his bishop that he did anything wrong. But somehow a reverently celebrated TLM will harm the faith of the people and must be stopped.

What’s that? You want photos to back this up? Natch!

That being said, although I was tempted to do the mime thing in the confessional, without the “audience” to hoot, whistle, and clap for me, it wouldn’t have been much of a show, so I thought better of it.

But that’s not why you read this column. You want real life stories, or even fake life stories, of my chaplaincy. So let’s get back on track. I can’t believe you let me wander that far astray. What else happened recently? I got my car back from the mechanic. It has been in the shop for a month or more.  That should have made me write more, since I couldn’t go anywhere! Yet it somehow worked in reverse. But now my Pilot is ready for its next 300,000 miles! I hope.

I drove it back to the convent but didn’t have time to take it for a spin for a couple of days. The Sisters are busily preparing for Cardinal Burke to arrive, plus about 15 Discalced Traditional Carmelites, plus a bunch of other random priests who are friends of two FLM sisters making their Perpetual Vows this Tuesday. It is also the 9th anniversary of the founding of the Filiae and the feast of the Blessed Virgin Mary, Mother of Divine Grace. The Sisters wore me out as I watched them work.

After a few days of that, and not wanting to strain myself too much from my lounge chair, I finally took the car out for a test drive. I didn’t need anything from Home Depot, but a 50-minute drive and an hour wandering around this men’s playground was just what I needed to build up my sense of masculinity, which had been waning as the Sisters did so much manual labor while I propped my feet up and ate bonbons. It is a fake masculinity, of course, but it is a more real masculinity than that Mass pictured above is real Catholicity. Darn it! I’m back off topic.

Back to what brought you here in the first place. Bird photos! I have no doubt that this won’t be as much of a draw as the Cute Kitty photos, but the cats are all adopted out so this is what you get. Sparrows rule the feeder, but there are also blue jays, house finches, orioles, goldfinches, goose-breasted gosbeak, and hummingbirds. Maybe more, but without staying around for photos, they left no proof.

And, last but not least, the opposite of a scarecrow, standing on my porch to get the birds used to someone in black being there and not being scary.

That’s it for now. Please pray for Sister Bernadette-Marie of Jesus Christ Crucified and Sister Mary Imelda of the Redeemer as they take their vows.

With prayers for your holiness,

Rev. Fr. Edwin Palka

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For those who wish to ask for prayers, discern a Vocation, or make donations:

[The Sisters now have a website! https://filiae.org/]

This blog is not monetized, since the good Sisters give me food and shelter. But if you wish to support the Filiae Laboris Mariae Sisters under my spiritual care, feel free to send them a note to: St. Joseph Convent, 1250 Hackberry Road, Redfield, KS 66769. They constantly pray, and their benefactors will get great spiritual rewards! That is also the address you can send snail mail to me. I suppose you already know or can guess my gmail address with the F*****P**** in front of it!

Cute Kitty Photos! Convent Critters!

 Cute Kitty Photos! Convent Critters!

So you have all seen the photos and video of the young goats. I would have thought that would be enough cuteness for you. But no, you wanted kitten photos, too! Ok, who am I to say no to that?

Oops! That was the wrong critter. That’s Blackie, the nearly four-foot-long rat snake who was checking for mice around the mailbox the last time I was sending out some cards. Here are the kitten photos:

Darn! How did this small speckled kingsnake get in here? These things eat, among other things, poisonous snakes, so he is even more helpful than the rat snake! He, too, was crossing the driveway one morning as I went out to the mailbox. Maybe the USPS needs a new mascot? But that is not what you were looking for, so hopefully the kitten photos will be attached below.

All together now: Awwww!

These photos were taken a few weeks ago. The kittens have mostly been adopted, but there is still one left. The runt of the litter, a little male, is still in the convent. He is a cutie and quite a climber. The other day Mother said he clawed his way up her habit as she was sitting at her desk trying to do some work, continuing his climb all the way to the top of her head! Then, just yesterday, he was outside with Sr. Maria Josepha as she took him over to the construction workers to try to entice one of them to take him home. When I saw her on her return from her unsuccessful attempt, the kitten was riding on her shoulder, under her veil! He must think he is part mountain goat! If anyone wants to adopt a climbing kitty, let me know. He’s an active, charming black cat with grey eyes! I think the last photo is the kitten in question.

Now, back to even less serious stuff, if that is possible. I am still sitting at the computer looking out over the goat pen. I have been enjoying the antics of the young goats most of the day. They run and jump and twist around in the air and fall and slide and push each other and then stop and eat some weeds. Then start all over again. And again. They are just getting to the point where they are starting to butt their heads together—very softly—as if they know this is what goats are supposed to do, but they don’t know why or how to do it right.

At the same time, I have a mirror on the window ledge so that I can also see the birdfeeder out the window behind me.

I didn’t think to get a photo of this setup when the goats were out playing. Even now, it is hard to show what I see, and the birds won’t hold still for a good photo as it is. Next time I think I’ll show some of the visitors I’ve had to the feeder. I also have a hummingbird feeder, but it can only be seen out of the window in the other cell. I am usually reading in there and not as easily distracted, so I don’t see too many of them, and there certainly aren’t nearly as many hummingbirds visiting as those at the first feeder.

Anyway, today was a quiet day of prayer. Except for goat watching and writing this article, of course! Most of the Sisters left very, very early this morning to go to the 10:00 am FSSP ordinations. It is a 290-mile drive according to Google Maps, and they wanted to get there in time to pray a holy hour before the Mass. I’m telling you, I live with Saints! So this morning, for the first time since I have been here, we had more people in the pews than Sisters, as all but three were on the road too early to even ring the 4:00 am bell.

Oh, and now the chickens have made it down to this side of the pen. Only the older ones. The new chicks don’t yet have the freedom to roam the entire pen. They have just recently been given freedom to be in a small part of the yard during the day and are still taken into the convent at night. This week will see them outside full time, though, as they are probably large enough that the older chickens won’t peck them to death and hawks won’t swoop down and snatch them. Maybe. We shall see. The Sisters will be very happy to have no kittens and no chicks messing up the place!

Before signing off, I have one request for information. We have some critters that are causing trouble with the chickens, gardens, and other areas of the property. Possums, coons, rats, coyotes, skunks, copperheads, and whatnot. A gun would be very helpful. But this is a peaceful place, and the noise would not be conducive to prayer. I am thinking that a compressed air gun (22? 25? 30?) or something like that might be quiet enough to use (I would need to shoot a lot for practice, so this would not be just a one-shot-a-month noise), but I have never seen or heard one in use. We used to have a man stop by the parish whenever he was in town for a gun show, and I believe he sold such guns. 

Does anyone know who I am referring to? Do any of you know anything about “quiet” guns? My only experience, and it has been many decades, is using an old Daisy BB gun that couldn’t kill an aged butterfly at 10 yards, and a 22 rifle, which would be too noisy for my purposes, and I only shot targets, squirrels, and rabbits, so I don’t know if a 22 can take out raccoons or coyotes. The deer and wild hogs will be left to themselves! If you can help me out, give me a ring! Or write. Or holler really loud. Or drop by and teach me a thing or two in person!

With prayers for your holiness,

Rev. Fr. Edwin Palka

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For those who wish to ask for prayers, discern a Vocation, or make donations:

[The Sisters now have a website! https://filiae.org/]

This blog is not monetized, since the good Sisters give me food and shelter. But if you wish to support the Filiae Laboris Mariae Sisters under my spiritual care, feel free to send them a note to: St. Joseph Convent, 1250 Hackberry Road, Redfield, KS 66769. They constantly pray, and their benefactors will get great spiritual rewards! That is also the address you can send snail mail to me. I suppose you already know or can guess my gmail address with the F*****P**** in front of it!

Kittens and Kids at the Convent

 Kittens and Kids

There is so much new life at the convent! We begin the story today with a cat. A feral cat. A black feral cat. She was found by the Sisters, seemingly abandoned on the property when young. Already past the cute kitten stage but not yet mature. She stayed around but wanted nothing to do with anyone. The Sisters already had a caramel-colored cat, named, conveniently enough, Carmel. She was “grudgingly” allowed inside once in a while. Stories vary as to how welcome she was, but let’s just say that somebody had made a cat ramp up to the window in Mother Superior’s office, where, coincidentally, there just happened to be a cat door in the window for her to enter and exit. The two cats didn’t get along, but they didn’t fight, either.

One morning before Mass, I was standing outside the sacristy door, looking at the beautiful sunrise, when the black cat, now named Shadow, came bouncing through the tall, wet grass. She seemed oblivious to my presence, but one of the Sisters came walking up, crunching the gravel underfoot, and Shadow immediately stopped what she was doing, momentarily distracted by the intruder, and unsure if she should run away as per usual. But in that split second of hesitancy, it became clear that she was not simply frolicking in the grass, but rather hunting. Her prey, seeing its chance, made a mad dash for the Sister’s feet, becoming visible for the short time it was on the gravel walkway. Fortunately, Sister did not see the rat running full speed ahead toward her, and it kept going until it turned the corner of the chapel and disappeared.

Shadow had lost her breakfast, all because she was afraid of people. But that was soon to change. Some of the Sisters, with Mother’s grudging permission, began feeding her. They still couldn’t get close, but it was at least a start, as Shadow began showing up at the Sisters’ door to the chapel before Mass and before Compline. The cat would come close, the Sisters would set the food out, and, as soon as they went back inside, Shadow would eat. Then one morning, I spotted something very odd. The Sister milking the goat (there were two female goats, but only one was lactating) was leading the goat from the milking area outside the kitchen back to the pen, but Shadow was right at her heels. Not running away but walking with her! You might well guess that the Sister had been offering Shadow a little bit of fresh goat milk every morning once the goat was put up. That did it! She was soon able to pet the cat.

As the days and weeks went by, Shadow discovered that she liked being petted. By one Sister, then two, and soon by all of them. But not by the priest. I even tried feeding her. She wouldn’t get within ten feet.

But as she matured, a tomcat from several miles away smelled romance in the air. He arrived unannounced, chased her all day, and that night, well, the honeymoon must have gone well, for Shadow was pregnant and the tomcat has not been seen again. She just gave birth to five adorable little kittens. In the convent, of course. She still won’t let me get close to her. So I have no cute kitten photos to share.

In the meantime, somebody brought over a “tom-goat” (or is that “Billy”?) for a rendezvous with the second female Alpine goat. She, too, just gave birth to two kids. One mostly white female and one mostly black male. They were up and walking within 30 minutes. The photos below are from April 27, the day the kids were born, with some Sisters holding them, and today, May 5, as they play in the goat pen. Their mother goat is the darker of the two adults. Enjoy!

With prayers for your holiness,

Rev. Fr. Edwin Palka

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For those who wish to ask for prayers, discern a Vocation, or make donations:

[The Sisters now have a website! https://filiae.org/]

This blog is not monetized, since the good Sisters give me food and shelter. But if you wish to support the Filiae Laboris Mariae Sisters under my spiritual care, feel free to send them a note to: St. Joseph Convent, 1250 Hackberry Road, Redfield, KS 66769. They constantly pray, and their benefactors will get great spiritual rewards! That is also the address you can send snail mail to me. I suppose you already know or can guess my gmail address with the F*****P**** in front of it!

Back to Writing!

 Back to Writing!

I don’t know why, but people keep subscribing here even though I am not writing anything! Of course, as predicted, as soon as I indicated that I might start writing again, a group of people unsubscribed! Strange. But, then again, this column is strange, too, so I shouldn’t be surprised at strange subscriptions and unsubscriptions!

For the sake of the new subscribers, this is not primarily a theological, scriptural, or spiritual substack, although all of those might pop up once in a while, and, since I am a Catholic priest, all of those underlie everything I write, for they are certainly a part of who I am.

Far less is this a place where you will find expositions, explanations, or debates about current Church topics, controversies, or other necessary but tiring things such as that. There are plenty of good (and bad) writers out there, living—nay, thriving—on writing about current issues.

This, rather, is just a series of articles written by a rather ordinary parish priest (Diocese of St. Petersburg) who worked himself out of a job by turning a dead parish into a parish too large for one priest to handle, by bringing in the Traditional Latin Mass and corresponding sacraments and sacramentals, by encouraging the people to become Saints, and by striving (although often unsuccessfully) to live what he preached, so as to show that ANYONE can do it!

Once it was determined that the Institute of Christ the King Sovereign Priest would take over and the parish became a Shrine, Yours Truly, by God’s Divine Providence, was asked to fill a needed Chaplain position for a fairly new Traditional Community, the Filiae Laboris Mariae (FLM) Religious Sisters near Fort Scott, Kansas. (The priests from several parishes around here recently told me that even THEY don’t know where Redfield, the city of our official mailing address, is located, hence the Fort Scott reference). My Bishop and the Bishop of Wichita both agreed that I could take on this new assignment, and off I went.

This blog started as a simple way of letting my family, friends, and former parishioners know where I was going and what I would be doing. Of course, I had (and still have) no idea what I was (am) in for, so we made (will continue) this journey together! From Florida to Kansas, from parish priest to chaplain of Religious Sisters: God works in mysterious ways. Pray for these poor Sisters! Little did they know what they were getting into, either, with me as their chaplain!

And now, after taking all of Lent and quite a bit more time mostly away from the blogosphere, it is time to return with more Tales from the Crypt Convent. (Old people will get that reference.)

We will start with the Feast of St. Joseph. March 19, 2026. My phone gave me the dire Weather Warning: Severe Fire Warning! High Winds and dry conditions... blah, blah, blah. Don’t burn anything. Got it. Time for a little exercise, a quick shower, and out the door for prayers at the chapel. Sniff, sniff. Smoke!

Looking around at the buildings of our compound, I couldn’t see any smoke, but it was still dark, so without visible flames, I could easily miss seeing what was burning. I quickly checked the parish hall, where construction is ongoing, figuring it was the most likely source of trouble if there was an electrical issue or something along those lines. No fire there. It was already 4:28 am, so, with only two minutes before the chanting of Matins was to begin, I called off my brief search and went into the chapel to pray. None of the Sisters was in a panic, so I was pretty sure their living quarters weren’t on fire, either.

After Matins, Laudes, a Holy Hour, and Prime, there is a break for chores before Mass. I was alone in the chapel when one of the Sisters came in and whispered, “Did anyone tell you that there’s a fire outside? The field adjoining our property is on fire!” I followed her out. Standing on the front steps of the Chapel, I could see the fire through the trees along the property line.

I stood there and rebuked the flames, demanding in the Holy Name of Jesus that they not damage our property or buildings. I took these (above) photos and then quickly went to my cell to bring out the fairly recently exorcized and blessed Epiphany Holy Water. I sprinkled it along the line of trees you see in front and asked the angels to protect us. In the meantime, the volunteer fire department had been called and would soon be on the way. As it was time for Mass, we all went back inside with trust that all was well.

After Mass, I took a few more photos, this time from the other side of the tree line.

As you can see, the fire stopped where it was supposed to. Within a week, the field was filling with green again. I took this shot from Hackberry Road; the fire didn’t stop at the fence along this side of the field!

With prayers for your holiness,

Rev. Fr. Edwin Palka

Is This My Final Article?

 Is This My Final Article?

After not posting anything (with the exception of updates on Mother’s and Sister’s health) for the entirety of Lent, and now that Easter Week is finally here, I have checked my Substack readership and subscription stats for the first time in months. More people read my articles when I wasn’t posting than when I was writing new articles. More people have subscribed since I stopped posting than during the same time period beforehand, when I was active here. So I have reached the scientifically valid conclusion that more people like me not writing than writing! 

I had to write this article to explain to all of those who had previously signed up because I was writing as to why I would no longer be writing. But by doing so, I will now probably lose all of you who signed up only because I wasn’t writing, for I expect that you will hit the “unsubscribe” button to show your dissatisfaction with my taking up writing once again. Or maybe you won’t unsubscribe, simply so that you can troll me. But I won’t know for sure unless I write more.

Which leaves me in a quandary. Do I then continue to write, knowing that the readership may or may not fall off? What do I do when my unpaid subscriptions fall away and I go from 357 subscribers paying nothing back down to perhaps 282, each of whom pays multiples of zero? Do I cater to those with free accounts who signed up to not read new articles, or do I try to satisfy those who have free accounts because they are interested in a slightly “off” accounting of a priest’s strange life? Can I survive without all of the extra income if I lose so many non-paid subscribers? Oh, the questions life brings! If only I were expecting to live a life of poverty or something like that, none of this would even be crossing my mind!

[Strangely enough, on Blogger, where I originally started posting, not a single new subscriber signed up while I wasn’t writing, and only 7 people read my updates on the Sisters.] 

As I try to figure out this mad conundrum about whether to write or not, please continue to pray for me and the FLM Sisters under my care, especially Mother Maria Regina, who has only a couple of more chemo treatments before starting radiation, and Sister Maria Josepha, whose recovery from the large non-cancerous brain tumor is taking a lot more time than she wishes, but is coming along quite nicely.

Oh, what the heck. As long as I am looking at statistics, maybe you would like to see some simple ones? If not, stop reading here!

The substack that has “sent” (I don’t know how that works, but that is what the stats tell me) more traffic to my account than any other source is https://restlessheartmedia.substack.com/.

But somehow, it doesn't show up on the statistical list of those whose audience overlaps the most with mine. That list gives me these six substacks: 

https://bishopmeikle.substack.com/

https://padreperegrino.substack.com/

https://www.traditionsanity.com/

https://bigmodernism.substack.com/

https://dianemontagna.substack.com/

https://meretradition.substack.com/

What does any of that mean? I think it is simply that those groups listed above must have a very discerning (or is that concerning?) group of readers!

I have subscribers in 30 states (most with only a single-digit subscription numbers and Florida having by far the most for some odd reason!) and 10 countries. Of course, for all I know, that might just be people living in the same city and state but using a VPN, throwing off the location!

The last stat I will share (because the rest make even less sense to me than those listed already) is that only 4 people filled out the “new subscriber” survey, and I think all of them did it before I discovered that I could “tweak” the questions being asked and make up my own questions and answers! (Similar to how I can tweak the “subscribe” button messages you see at the top and bottom of this article.)

That’s it for now. Maybe forever. Or maybe not. 

Merry Easter, everyone!

With prayers for your holiness,

Rev. Fr. Edwin Palka

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For those who wish to ask for prayers, discern a Vocation, or make donations:

[The Sisters now have a website! https://filiae.org/]

This blog is not monetized, since the good Sisters give me food and shelter. But if you wish to support the Filiae Laboris Mariae Sisters under my spiritual care, feel free to send them a note to: St. Joseph Convent, 1250 Hackberry Road, Redfield, KS 66769. They constantly pray, and their benefactors will get great spiritual rewards! That is also the address you can send snail mail to me. I suppose you already know or can guess my gmail address with the F*****P**** in front of it!

Sister Maria Josepha is home!

 Notice from the Sisters:

Sister Maria Josepha returned home safely to us on Friday,

March 13th. Thank you for your prayers! She gets a little better

every day, but the process will take several more months. Do

not be surprised to see Sister using a walker and special chair

for now. She does not have full mobility of her face on the

right side, but the doctors are hopeful that this will be restored

over the next few months. You may see her with a cover over

her eye, as she is not able to close it. We are so grateful for your

continued prayers for our dear Sister’s full recovery!