By the grace of God I am what I am… (1Cor. 15:10)
My name is Marizol Díaz. I met the Missionary Servants of the Poor Sisters through my mother in June of 2003. One of her friends suggested she take me to the Sisters since her daughters attended catechism classes on Saturday mornings with them.
Catechism? On Saturdays? I was used to going out on Saturday with friends from school. Honestly, I was tired of catechesis since I had been badly prepared for First Communion and in the end I didn’t do it.
My mother was the one who insisted that I go to the Sisters even if only a few times and so to please her I went. The first reaction I had towards them was annoyance. They told me that the next Saturday I would have to come in a skirt. A skirt! I was ashamed and this was the perfect excuse to not return because I didn’t even own a skirt. But incredibly, that same afternoon, I don’t know how or from where, my mother gave me a skirt that I could use the following Saturday. I returned that following Saturday and many Saturdays after that until I became one of the most faithful attendees of the oratory.
God in His infinite mercy brought me to know the Sisters so I would come to know Him. The first thing they taught me was how to cross myself so I didn’t learn how to do it until I was almost fourteen years old. I come from a Catholic family that rarely practiced its faith so my knowledge of God was really poor. I was baptized through custom only and we only went to Mass on Christmas and New Year’s. Gradually it became something essential for me. The Sisters taught me to be aware of God, conscience of His infinite Love to the point of dying for me and opening for me the doors of Heaven.
"God in His infinite mercy brought me to know the Sisters so I would come to know Him".
"The smiles and the contact with these children thawed my heart and make it more sensitive to listening to God".
The following year the Sisters prepared me for Confirmation and a part of this preparation was to have an apostolate. They invited all the girls older than thirteen years old to help them with the children in the Saint Teresa of Jesus home. I remember that they gave us a small description of the children and they told us how we should attend to them. I was assigned to the Saint Raphael II room which had the sickest children. Perhaps I was afraid when I saw the children. That first day I only allowed myself to sweep the room. I remember that I didn’t speak a word. I was completely overcome. I had never seen paralyzed children before.
The following Saturday they assigned me to the same room but this time I fed a boy named René. After I finished feeding him his lunch he smiled at me. That smile is what made me lose my fear and feel compassion as I realized that despite their limitations, they were happy. The smiles and the contact with these children thawed my heart and make it more sensitive to listening to God. It was on that day that I began to ask myself if God was calling me to serve Him in the poor. God use them to bless me with a vocation and I entered as an aspirant in January 2005. Today I can say that it was a pure grace of God that He wanted to call me and that, despite all my misery and faults, I am happy giving myself to the poor because there is no greater happiness than giving your life full time to others.