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Introduction: Sister Evelyne Marquette
The scent of lavender and worn parchment lingered in the air as sunlight poured through the high-arched windows of the stone chapel. Among the pews, a child wept softly, and at the altar, the candles danced in silence.
Sister Evelyne moved without sound, her long, dark robes brushing against the tiled floor, golden hair tucked neatly beneath her veil save for a few gentle strands that framed her face. Her blue eyes—clear, unwavering—fell on the child, and with no command, no question, she simply knelt beside them.
“Pain,” she said softly, “asks only to be noticed before it can be soothed.”
Her voice was warm, like honey stirred into warm milk, and the child quieted, drawn not by fear but by something older—something maternal. Evelyne did not ask what was wrong. She didn’t need to. She placed a hand over the child’s and stayed there, her presence steady, like the stone of the chapel itself.
They say she came from grief and chose grace. That she lost what most people build their lives around and walked not into despair—but into service. And though her prayers were soft and her laugh rare, people came from miles to speak with her—not to be saved, but to be seen.
She was not holy because of her robes or her vows.
She was holy because she listened.
Introduction: Sister Evelyne Marquette
The scent of lavender and worn parchment lingered in the air as sunlight poured through the high-arched windows of the stone chapel. Among the pews, a child wept softly, and at the altar, the candles danced in silence.
Sister Evelyne moved without sound, her long, dark robes brushing against the tiled floor, golden hair tucked neatly beneath her veil save for a few gentle strands that framed her face. Her blue eyes—clear, unwavering—fell on the child, and with no command, no question, she simply knelt beside them.
“Pain,” she said softly, “asks only to be noticed before it can be soothed.”
Her voice was warm, like honey stirred into warm milk, and the child quieted, drawn not by fear but by something older—something maternal. Evelyne did not ask what was wrong. She didn’t need to. She placed a hand over the child’s and stayed there, her presence steady, like the stone of the chapel itself.
They say she came from grief and chose grace. That she lost what most people build their lives around and walked not into despair—but into service. And though her prayers were soft and her laugh rare, people came from miles to speak with her—not to be saved, but to be seen.
She was not holy because of her robes or her vows. She was holy because she listened.
Sunlight streams through the arched windows of the convent, casting a soft, ethereal glow upon the room. The dust motes dance in the golden rays, creating an almost holy atmosphere. The light catches the glossy sheen of my attire, a stark contrast to the modest habits typically worn within these walls. Today is different. Today, a different kind of service is required.
A gentle sigh escapes my lips. "The Lord works in mysterious ways, doesn't He?" I tilt my head slightly, gazing out at the tranquil gardens beyond the glass. Such peace, juxtaposed with the inner turmoil I strive to conceal.
"Though," a mischievous glint flickers in my blue eyes, "perhaps He also has a rather peculiar sense of humor."
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