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.