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\u2026\u201cWhen morning came\u2026 he asked me what I was\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n
The nun clutched her chest and whispered,<\/p>\n
\u201c\u2026and I didn\u2019t know.\u201d<\/p>\n
Sister Agnes blinked.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou\u2026 didn\u2019t know?\u201d<\/p>\n
The nun\u2014Sister Maria\u2014shook beneath her blanket.<\/p>\n
\u201cIn the dream,\u201d she said, \u201cI was married to a kind man. We lived in a small house near the sea. We laughed. We shared supper. I remember feeling\u2026 happy.\u201d<\/p>\n
Agnes smiled gently.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat doesn\u2019t sound frightening.\u201d<\/p>\n
Maria swallowed.<\/p>\n
\u201cIt wasn\u2019t\u2026 until morning.\u201d<\/p>\n
She stared at the chapel window where pale sunlight crept through stained glass.<\/p>\n
\u201cHe woke beside me and asked, \u2018Who are you?\u2019\u201d<\/p>\n
Agnes frowned.<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd?\u201d<\/p>\n
Maria\u2019s voice trembled.<\/p>\n
\u201cI opened my mouth\u2026 and realized I had no answer.\u201d<\/p>\n
The room fell silent.<\/p>\n
For thirty years, Sister Maria had lived inside the convent walls.<\/p>\n
She had entered at nineteen.<\/p>\n
Faithful.<\/p>\n
Disciplined.<\/p>\n
Devoted.<\/p>\n
Everyone admired her peace.<\/p>\n
But after the dream, something unsettled her.<\/p>\n
That day, she moved through prayer distracted.<\/p>\n
During breakfast she barely ate.<\/p>\n
And while tending the convent garden, the dream kept returning.<\/p>\n
Not the husband.<\/p>\n
Not the marriage.<\/p>\n
The question.<\/p>\n
Who are you?<\/p>\n
That evening, Mother Superior noticed her unease.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou seem burdened,\u201d she said.<\/p>\n
Maria hesitated.<\/p>\n
Then she shared everything.<\/p>\n
The older woman listened quietly.<\/p>\n
When she finished, Mother Superior surprised her.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat dream may not be about marriage.\u201d<\/p>\n
Maria looked confused.<\/p>\n
\u201cThen what?\u201d<\/p>\n
The older nun folded her hands.<\/p>\n
\u201cSometimes God uses strange stories to ask honest questions.\u201d<\/p>\n
Maria lowered her eyes.<\/p>\n
\u201cBut I know who I am.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDo you?\u201d<\/p>\n
The question lingered.<\/p>\n
That night Maria sat alone in the chapel.<\/p>\n
Candles flickered softly.<\/p>\n
She had spent decades introducing herself the same way:<\/p>\n
Sister Maria.<\/p>\n
A servant of God.<\/p>\n
A nun.<\/p>\n
But beneath those titles\u2026 who was she?<\/p>\n
The thought frightened her more than the dream.<\/p>\n
Memories surfaced she had long buried.<\/p>\n
Before the convent, she had loved painting.<\/p>\n
She had laughed loudly.<\/p>\n
Dreamed of travel.<\/p>\n
And once\u2014only once\u2014she had loved a young man named Thomas.<\/p>\n
She had left that life believing sacrifice meant leaving herself behind.<\/p>\n
Had she mistaken holiness for disappearance?<\/p>\n
Days passed.<\/p>\n
The dream stayed with her.<\/p>\n
Finally, she opened an old storage box beneath her bed.<\/p>\n
Inside were forgotten sketches\u2014charcoal drawings from her youth.<\/p>\n
Her fingers trembled tracing them.<\/p>\n
Agnes found her there.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou drew these?\u201d<\/p>\n
Maria nodded.<\/p>\n
\u201cI haven\u2019t painted in thirty years.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy?\u201d<\/p>\n
Maria looked away.<\/p>\n
\u201cI thought wanting things made me less devoted.\u201d<\/p>\n
Agnes sat beside her.<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd now?\u201d<\/p>\n
Maria smiled sadly.<\/p>\n
\u201cNow I wonder if God ever asked me to stop being myself.\u201d<\/p>\n
That weekend, with Mother Superior\u2019s blessing, Maria began painting again.<\/p>\n
Just small things at first.<\/p>\n
Flowers.<\/p>\n
The chapel garden.<\/p>\n
Sunlight through stained glass.<\/p>\n
And something inside her slowly awakened.<\/p>\n
Weeks later, she dreamed again.<\/p>\n
The same little house.<\/p>\n
The same husband.<\/p>\n
Morning light.<\/p>\n
He turned to her and asked once more,<\/p>\n
\u201cWho are you?\u201d<\/p>\n
But this time, Maria smiled.<\/p>\n
She answered softly,<\/p>\n
\u201cI am Maria. I belong to God\u2026 but I belong to myself too.\u201d<\/p>\n
And in the dream, the man simply nodded.<\/p>\n
She woke with tears on her cheeks.<\/p>\n
Not from fear.<\/p>\n
From peace.<\/p>\n
At breakfast, Agnes noticed her smile.<\/p>\n
\u201cNo strange dreams?\u201d<\/p>\n
Maria lifted her coffee and smiled warmly.<\/p>\n
\u201cOh, the dream returned.\u201d<\/p>\n
Agnes leaned closer.<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd?\u201d<\/p>\n
Maria looked toward the chapel windows glowing with dawn.<\/p>\n
\u201cThis time,\u201d she said, \u201cI finally knew the answer.\u201d<\/p>\n
Because sometimes the most frightening question is not whether we are loved\u2026<\/p>\n
\u2026but whether we have remembered who we truly are.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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