I was born with major medical problems that required five open heart surgeries among other things. My faith was really strong up until high school when the, ‘why me’ attitude started to kick in. The inability to do some things that my peers were able to do. Coupled with, completely unrelated, bullying made me doubt the existence of God. I was super shy and unconfident in high school and one of my “friends” bullied me for being quiet. She even talked to the school guidance councilor because she thought I had anti-social disorder. Being in psychology I knew what that disorder was. And I didn’t have it. But I wasn’t about to give her a lesson in psychology. I haven’t talked to her since and I think she had a little run in with the law after graduation. But I am not sure where she is now.
It wasn’t until Adoration during a school retreat that I gave my life to God. Even though I grew up Catholic.
A few years later, during community college, my faith started to waver again. Then I went to a Nazarene University. Nothing against Nazarenes, I had them in my family. But I have never seen so many anti-Catholics in my life. Most of them didn’t think we were considered Christians and my religion class turned into a Catholic bashing session. I think God put me in that school for that year for a reason. I started to research and learn more about my Catholic faith and started to believe in Catholicism more and more. Continue reading
I should begin by saying that, in my life, I have been incredibly blessed. God gave me wonderful parents who raised me in the Catholic faith. I’ve attended Sunday mass with my family for as long as I can remember. They sent me to Catholic schools and were amazing role models of what it means to live a life for God.
When I went to college, I began going to mass less and less. Not necessarily because I didn’t want to, but because I had gotten so busy and didn’t make time for God. My faith had never been completely my responsibility until that point in my life. Prior to that, I’d always had my parents and teachers guiding me; I had the sacraments offered to me at school and had classes concerning the Catholic faith on a daily basis. Once I got to college, however, it was my responsibility to continue learning about and practicing my faith.
Also around that time, I had an injury that prevented me from running college cross- country, which for me felt like my life was over. I placed so much of my identity in my ability to do well in that sport, and when I wasn’t able to run it felt like I didn’t know who I was. I had planned this future for myself- dream school, college running career, a chosen major. Continue reading
This is a great watch. It’s a little long but very much worth it…
In our daily life, we come through many trials and tribulations. As children of GOD, our LORD Jesus Christ cleanses us from all our sins, delivers us from all troubles and helps us to lead a good, sinless and righteous life, HOLY and acceptable to HIM.
A story I wrote about David I took the idea from another story I read…but its called Families Are Forever.. Continue reading
God Saved Me!
Okay So One Day I Made A Promise With God That That Day Was Going To Be My Last Time Smoking And Let Me Tell You If You Make A Promise With God You Better Keep It. So Anyways, The Next Week I Went Out With A friend To The Park And We Were Smoking (Remind You I Had Already Made The Promise A Week Before) So Next Thing You Know My Grandma Caught Us And It Broke Her Heart And I Just Knew I Was Going Down The Wrong Road. So I Went To Church The Next Day And My Pastor Talked About Going Down The Wrong Road And How You Can Change Your Life Around And I Thank God Because The Message That She Preached Saved Me From Going To Hell And Right Now Till This Day I am Saved And I Have A Mind That’s Only For God!
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I grew up in a Christian home where we went to Church and Sunday school every Sunday. We also attended Bible school every summer.
When I was 5 years old, I was at Bible school at our Church. At the end of every day our teachers had us bow our heads and close our eyes to pray. On this particular day our teacher said if anyone wanted to accept Jesus as their Savior to raise their hand. I knew then that this is what I wanted, so I raised my hand. The teacher came and prayed with me. Then she said I should tell someone what I did. When I got home I told my mom, she was happy, but being on a farm and a big family, she was also very busy. Continue reading