Fruitful Lives



We are celebrating the birthday of five sisters in my community who turn 90 this year. They are all  in fairly good health and still active. They are amazing women.

Sister Maria (right) with a friend
Sister Maria visits the men at the city jail once a week and serves as a prayer leader for the sisters in our care facility. She participates in community activities and assists those who need help. A former Spanish and French teacher, she sometimes helps with translations.

Sister Amelia lives in our assisted living center, but she has been caring for visitors in our guest center for about 20 years. She makes people feel welcome with her beautiful smile and kind heart. She was a hostess for many years for special dinners in our dining room

(Left to right) Sisters Amelia, Lucille, Elaine, and Sheila
Sister Sheila gives talks on the mystics in Sophia Center. She also provides spiritual direction and co-chairs book discussions for an Atchison group. She is an avid reader and loves to discuss politics.

Sister Lucille has trouble walking, but enjoys reading and visiting with her sister-companion and other sisters. She does exercises to strengthen her leg muscles daily and keeps up with the news on PBS.

Sister Elaine assists with Dooley Center liturgies and other services. She also loves to arrange flowers for our dining room tables and to embroider tea towels. She spent about 16 years in Brazil, teaching and administrating.

These sisters are wonderful examples of wise elders who are still bearing fruit. They inspiire me daily as they continue to live lives of joy and gratitude.

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