God has been pestering me lately. My heart feels restless, agitated, shaken up. Perhaps it is appropriate in this season of Pentecost. Maybe the Spirit is blasting, once again, into the locked upper rooms of my heart, rocking me out of complacency and into the urgency of mission. I don't know what God is churning up through this lovingly persistent prodding, but I sense that I must pay attention.

Small trailers peppered the barren colonia of Penitas, Texas, when Immaculate Heart of Mary Srs. Fatima Santiago, Emily Jocson and Carolyn Kosub arrived in 2003. A recent tornado had ravaged the border town in the Rio Grande Valley, and its residents were long underserved: the town had no shops, schools or Catholic church. Neighbors were strangers, often only making contact at the single stop sign when they dropped off their kids for the school bus.