I went to confession for the first time in nine years tonight. The last time I went was the last time I was required to go, before lent at my catholic grade school. I have felt a tugging in my heart to go for a little over two years, but I kept on giving into the devil’s temptation not to go. Finally, I walked to church clutching my rosary. I got the normal temptations: you don’t need confession, you can always do it next week, this is embarrassing, etc. Instead of giving in I continued to clutch my rosary and kept telling myself that the devil had no power over me. I went into the side where you kneel, and the confession was dark except the light coming from the screen. It couldn’t have been more symbolic; confession was literally bringing me out of the darkness. My voice was trembling while I gave my confession and act of contrition. I felt so relieved and filled with light. I sat and prayed the rosary after confession, and I started crying from the power of that moment. My heart is truly filled with joy. I only wish I wouldn’t have waited so long.
