is to be a priest.
I once saw an image of a bunch of young seminarians in Italy walking down the street with the black robes flapping in the breeze, and thought to myself, I want to be that.
I saw a picture in the paper, once, of Catholic priests getting ordained, lying flat out on the floor of the sanctuary
and thought to myself,
I want to be that.
But the strange part is that I don't want to be a woman priest.
I am a woman. A mom. A wife. A student of Jesus. A disciple.
I am not a priest.
But I can dream.