I grew up as a child in the Catholic Faith, Baptism and Communion, we attended services regularly on Sunday mornings. Even though we attended I never felt like I knew who God was. I don’t recall having a Bible during services, we never read from it in the Church it was always the priest who read from up high in front of Church. We knew the 10 commandments and each week we had to confess our sins to the Priest who then told us how many hail Mary’s and so forth to say before we took of the communion. It was the same ritual each week and just followed through the motions.
I found myself searching for a purpose and meaning in people. Whether that was friends or in relationships, I poured my whole heart and soul into them. I was fixated on myself and my image. I was consumed with what people thought of me and was living for the acceptance of the world.
At one out of my many lowest points when I was afraid and felt alone, God drew me to Himself through the Word that was brought to me by my mother who cared enough about my soul to share her story.Christina M E. - 48 years old,