As a child, church was an on again off again kind of thing, having attended many different denominations. We didn't attend services on a regular basis but when we did I enjoyed going, (even got a part in a play once) I was an angel, Yep, standing on stage, in front of a crowded audience saying my part, all of a sudden my wing fell off. At the young age of maybe 8 or 9 I was very upset with this matter, how could you carry on your part as angle with a broken wing!
Then there was attending our little Methodist church in our very small country setting, while staying with our Grandmother. She was determined to have us go to church while at her house, (as an adult I realize now it was probably a matter of giving her a break.) During the winter months, Grandma would dig out an old heavy coat (that had to have been one of our own mothers or my Aunt's) bundleing us up, she would add layers, complete with hats and scarves (Vicky, you can relate to this) until you could hardly waddle, then she'd send us on our way.
As a teen, I left home to follow what I thought was my true love. He didn't really attend church unless it was a special occassion, wedding, baptism, holidays, etc. All in all, this relationship ended leaving behind a life of abuse, as well as neglect and I moved on. Shortly after, I met my match, my knight in shing armour, as I used to tell him frequently. He being Catholic, I started attending Masses, our children were raised Catholic, here we are 20 some years later, still married attending Catholic mass. For me, it is a calling of sorts, I feel comforted within the walls of our local Catholic church, we truly have a wonderful Father here. If we miss out on Mass, I do feel like I've missed something...
I had decided a few years ago to take the leap and attend a class to learn more about the Catholic faith. Classes were full, no one wanted to leave at the end of class, the people who taught this class were amazing at getting the points across (was like a movie) wanting to hear more. I know, this is where I am suppose to be, I just feel it!
Today, we meet with the preist, to go over some of our past, this is difficult for me, I feel like I have to re-live the past. I do, however, look forward to getting all this behind me, I so look forward to the day I can receive communion, it is a feeling of becoming whole.
Please pray for me today, that I will be strong, that God will guide me through this, that I can and will fulfill my dream of becoming Catholic.