Yes, I suppose you could say that I'm a Catholic convert and revert. I never left the Church, but Spiritually I had fallen away. I was in a sort of "Dark Night of the Soul" that left me searching for if God really wanted me to start moving toward another denomination.
My heart was slowing breaking, and I hardly ever felt that peace that I had been so blessed to experience before. Some of the theology started to sound like clanking cymbals in my ears, and I felt as if I no longer had that childlike faith, and assurance. I suddenly felt that I didn't know what church the Lord was directing me to, and the weight of it all but crushed me.
After bearing with this for over a year, the Lord has given me my answer, and my miracle. No it wasn't anything out of the ordinary, at least not to the common on-looker's eye. It was however a miracle none-the-less.
There has been some stressful situations going on in my family (that are thankfully resolving), and because of that we missed mass one week at our church, and one week we missed altogether. A couple of weeks ago was our first time back in two weeks, and as I came through the doors and sat down I felt the peace that Christ was welcoming me back home. It was as if I was experiencing fresh air for the very first time in my life. All of the clanking cymbals slowly started to fade away in the distance, as I drew nearer to Him.
I'm not sure why this all happened, but maybe just maybe it was for me to realize just how blessed I am to be in the Church.
My soul feels at rest, and I am drinking in as fast as I can to quench this thirst, which prayerfully will never leave.
I came across this verse in my prayer book the other night that consequently almost made my heart stop beating.
"Return to me with your whole heart..." - Joel 2:12
And I intend to do just that!
In His Holy Name,
Michelle
My heart was slowing breaking, and I hardly ever felt that peace that I had been so blessed to experience before. Some of the theology started to sound like clanking cymbals in my ears, and I felt as if I no longer had that childlike faith, and assurance. I suddenly felt that I didn't know what church the Lord was directing me to, and the weight of it all but crushed me.
After bearing with this for over a year, the Lord has given me my answer, and my miracle. No it wasn't anything out of the ordinary, at least not to the common on-looker's eye. It was however a miracle none-the-less.
There has been some stressful situations going on in my family (that are thankfully resolving), and because of that we missed mass one week at our church, and one week we missed altogether. A couple of weeks ago was our first time back in two weeks, and as I came through the doors and sat down I felt the peace that Christ was welcoming me back home. It was as if I was experiencing fresh air for the very first time in my life. All of the clanking cymbals slowly started to fade away in the distance, as I drew nearer to Him.
I'm not sure why this all happened, but maybe just maybe it was for me to realize just how blessed I am to be in the Church.
My soul feels at rest, and I am drinking in as fast as I can to quench this thirst, which prayerfully will never leave.
I came across this verse in my prayer book the other night that consequently almost made my heart stop beating.
"Return to me with your whole heart..." - Joel 2:12
And I intend to do just that!
In His Holy Name,
Michelle
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