Burning with zeal and being restless for the Kingdom of God. Mother Anthony left Tongo in the first week of January 1909, to found Rengarih Convent with 2 Belgian Sisters. After 3 miles of journey from Tongo, their stretcher broke down and they started walking, only to be exhausted after a few hours. The night was spent in a dak bungalow. In the morning, the people of that area helped them out by giving them a sort of cart and the 3 Sisters were carried in turns. By 4.00 P.M., they were in Rengarih. Rev. Father Cardon was simply dumb-founded on seeing the Sisters, as they were most unexpected and nothing was ready for them. But the joy of the Sisters for having reached Rengarih was so great that they did not mind in the least that nothing was ready for them.

Building of Convent and the Storm

Three weeks later, to their great joy, one room of the future Convent was ready to be used and also the kitchen. They praised God for this blessing. Great was their joy when the Convent and the Children's dormitory were also ready. But to their dismay, soon after the work was completed in the dormitory, the beams came crashing down, but the faith of the great pioneer was such that she just repeated the words uttered by Mother Renelde, Superior when in Tildonk the brick work of the Church had come down, "You are just, Lord, all your judgements are just." The very next morning, the Sisters at breakfast heard a cracking sound and saw pieces falling from the ceiling. Father Stoffels, seeing the danger said, "All the beams had to be taken down and replaced by stronger ones." Prudence is the Mother of safety. The heart had begun and the Sisters had only an iron sheet heated by the Indian sun above their heads.

The last penny for the building was over, but Father would give wood from their jungle and the Sisters would rely on Divine Providence for the rest. A few weeks later, everything was repaired without any debt. Classes were help under a tree till the building was finished towards the end of the year. Meals were in the open air too. They slept in a kind of shed in ruins. Everything was taken patiently by the students in the stride.

In 1911, the monsoon started as usual with gentle and refreshing rains. Two days later, there was a flood in the river close by and the water rose 15 feet high.

On June 9, 1911, a wild hurricane started at 6.00 P.M., accompanied by thunder elaps and flashes of lightning lasting till 8.00 P.M. The roof of the Convent was blown away like a piece of cloth. The rice godown, the laundry, all remained bare. Many things were spoiled. The wind took the roofs to a neighbouring field, 15 meters far.