Rucia Rauton

Epiphany 1980, I journeyed from Charleston to the Poor Clare monastery in Greenville following my inner star seeking my heart's desire: to follow in the footsteps of Jesus in a way of life reflecting the joy of the gift of Baptism.

Accompanied by my Mother and two brothers, Earl and Terry, we joined the Sisters for Eucharist. My family had the oppor-
tunity to meet the community for the first time. I'm a convert, so the idea of contemplative, monastic Poor Clare religious life was a mystery to my family, one which I hardly had the words to explain.

As the first Magi came bearing gifts, it seemed on this occasion the gift given, or more accurately the sacrifice made, was by my family - especially my Mom, as she graciously gave me the freedom to follow my call, knowing that enclosure would restrict my availability to her. Through the years my Mom continues to be very supportive of my vocation as well as sharing in the blessings.

For me, instead of bringing gifts that first Epiphany, it seemed I was the receiver of gifts; good measure, pressed down and flowing over. The enriching spiritual heritage of Clare and Francis, the blessing of sisters and brothers in the extended Franciscan family, the joys and challenges of life in community, the leisure of a way of life structured with the time, silence and  solitude to foster a life of prayer plus like-minded companions to journey with, and the support and encouragement of our many friends and benefactors. So many blessings and graces which through the years seem to multiply, becoming ever more precious.