On April 16, 2006, I became a Catholic. Here are some reflections as I celebrate 20 years of being home in the church. Before Catholicism, I believed in God. And in His son Jesus Christ’s life, death and resurrection. I believed in Heaven and Hell. I thought believing was enough. Before Catholicism, I would tell people that I was “spiritual, not religious.” What that really translated to for me was that I believed, but I wasn’t a “crazy religious person”. I didn’t need church to have a relationship with Jesus. It’s ironic now, because this “relationship” wasn’t a relationship at all. I wasn’t regularly doing anything to be close to God. I wasn’t reading the word. I wasn’t praying all that often. How can you possibly have a relationship with someone who you do not communicate with? Before Catholicism, I did whatever I felt like doing. I lived a sin filled life that I thought equated to freedom. Then I fell in love with a cradle Catholic, and while we were dating, one day he asked i...
Perhaps I seek accountability, or an occasional word of encouragement. Or both. I am going to tell others of the process of my books coming to be. I always said as a little girl that one day I would be a writer. My one day is now.