Mother Judith sat in her modest office, the air scented faintly with candle wax and old parchment. The Santa Maria Convent had been her life’s work for over twenty years, and she ran it with equal measures of discipline and devotion. Her desk was neatly covered with handwritten schedules, prayer rosters, and letters to the diocese. Outside, the faint sound of choir practice drifted through the window, a reminder of the peaceful order she had worked so hard to maintain.
She was in the middle of reviewing the week’s duties—planning the morning prayers, organizing charity deliveries, and approving a new hymn for Sunday service—when a soft knock broke her concentration. Her brow furrowed. Interruptions during this time were rare, and she didn’t appreciate them. She inhaled slowly, forcing the irritation from her voice before calling, “Come in.”
The heavy wooden door creaked open, and Sister Clare stepped inside. Clare was not only one of the most trusted nuns in the convent but also Judith’s closest confidant—her eyes and ears when she couldn’t be everywhere at once. She was……Read Full Story Here…………………
