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For a while I've been wanting to convert to Catholicism. I'm Baptist though, in a Baptist family and go to a Baptist church, the whole spiel. I see nothing wrong with being Baptist, but for some time I've known it's just not for me. It feels... I dunno, empty. I know God's there but He's calling me in a different direction.
So I've been struggling with how I felt and why I wanted to convert and talked to friends who are Catholic and friends who are Protestant, researched, joined here and learned so much from everyone. My friends were a little put-off at first though, and I don't blame them. It pretty much came out of the blue when I told them.
My dad's highly supportive, but my Mom... she's another story (my folks are divorced). Rabid Baptist, buys into everything bad ever said about the Catholic church, I tentatively mention Catholics and she wrinkles her nose, loudly asking 'Don't they worship Mary?'. Explaining the difference between reverence and worship is lost on her.
But then I felt more lost. More out of place as I went to church, and I prayed, and prayed, and prayed asking God what I should do.
My best friend, Jess, whom I've known since Junior High, has always been there to counsel me once I descend into a questioning, upset mess. At first she was put-off, like my other friends, and she's a former Catholic, now Charismatic (what a change! n_n'). She continued to support me though, keeping me set straight when I doubted myself and offering to go with me to speak with someone about RC classes.
Yesterday she called me and demanded that I come and see her, to exchange Christmas gifts before she went out of town for the holidays. I humorously obliged and we traded.
She handed me a little box wrapped in silver paper, which I'd peeled back carefully, not wanting to damage it, and I opened the box, finding a folded wad of tissue paper. She'd mentioned something about a set of bracelets that had the ten commandments on them a month ago, so I assumed it was that, so we'd have a matching set.
It wasn't a bracelet though. It was a rosary.
I cried.
And now I know God has answered me, as I sit here typing this out, clutching the string of beads and cross in my hand. I don't know everything to do with it yet, I haven't memorized the prayers except for one, but I know my heart is ready, and I'm doing what He wants of me. He just moved through Jessica to help me come to my decision.
It's the best Christmas present I've ever received. God bless, everyone!
So I've been struggling with how I felt and why I wanted to convert and talked to friends who are Catholic and friends who are Protestant, researched, joined here and learned so much from everyone. My friends were a little put-off at first though, and I don't blame them. It pretty much came out of the blue when I told them.
My dad's highly supportive, but my Mom... she's another story (my folks are divorced). Rabid Baptist, buys into everything bad ever said about the Catholic church, I tentatively mention Catholics and she wrinkles her nose, loudly asking 'Don't they worship Mary?'. Explaining the difference between reverence and worship is lost on her.
But then I felt more lost. More out of place as I went to church, and I prayed, and prayed, and prayed asking God what I should do.
My best friend, Jess, whom I've known since Junior High, has always been there to counsel me once I descend into a questioning, upset mess. At first she was put-off, like my other friends, and she's a former Catholic, now Charismatic (what a change! n_n'). She continued to support me though, keeping me set straight when I doubted myself and offering to go with me to speak with someone about RC classes.
Yesterday she called me and demanded that I come and see her, to exchange Christmas gifts before she went out of town for the holidays. I humorously obliged and we traded.
She handed me a little box wrapped in silver paper, which I'd peeled back carefully, not wanting to damage it, and I opened the box, finding a folded wad of tissue paper. She'd mentioned something about a set of bracelets that had the ten commandments on them a month ago, so I assumed it was that, so we'd have a matching set.
It wasn't a bracelet though. It was a rosary.
I cried.
And now I know God has answered me, as I sit here typing this out, clutching the string of beads and cross in my hand. I don't know everything to do with it yet, I haven't memorized the prayers except for one, but I know my heart is ready, and I'm doing what He wants of me. He just moved through Jessica to help me come to my decision.
It's the best Christmas present I've ever received. God bless, everyone!
What an awesome testimony!! thank you for sharing it!!
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