The Prodigal Daughter Finds Her Way Home: Conversion Story, Part 3
Here it is, September of 2000 and I had decided to take an RCIA class at one of our local parishes. RCIA (for those of you who may not be familiar with the term) stands for the Rite of Christian Initiation for Adults. It consists of classes of instructions for those who are interested in joining the Catholic Church. Classes generally start in the fall and end in the spring, with those who are choosing to become Catholic entering the church at Easter. Though the classes are designed for those who wish to become Catholic, they are also available for anyone who is already Catholic and who wishes to learn more about their faith. Like me. I started these classes and I started to study, and I started to read. Time went on and the more I learned, the more my heart was stirring and I wanted to start living a Catholic life. The problem was that I didn’t know where to begin. The conversion of my heart was happening but a spiritual battle was being fought. I was involved in an unchaste relationship with a fellow coworker and I came to realize it had to end. Our romantic relationship ended; however, he wanted to continue the unchaste part. I wish I could say that nothing else happened between us again but it did. I knew then that I had to decide because I couldn’t live the Catholic life I wanted and be in this relationship at the same time. It wasn’t easy; in fact, it was a struggle. But in the end, our unchaste relationship did end but we remained friends because he respected my decision.
In December of 2000, I made a big leap in returning to the sacramental life; I went to confession. I will write more about this particular sacrament in the future; for now, suffice it to say that it was the start of true healing. I had been away from confession for many years and I had never been taught about its importance. Alright, so I’ve gone to confession, I started forming a prayer life, I am reading everything I can and watching EWTN, going to Mass (first on Sundays and holy days as I am obligated) , which soon became daily. Everything in my life changed for the better and I never felt so happy and at peace. You know that feeling when you have been on a long trip and you finally get home and you are just glad to be home? That was me. I was finally home and I wouldn’t leave again. Sure, I wish I could say, yep, thats my conversion and end of story, however, this is is just the beginning. Not only would I be blessed with many wonderful things as time went on, I would also have many difficult crosses to bear...
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