My children's book collection is growing while my time is shrinking! Rather than skip blogging altogether, I thought I would repost my Catholic conversion (reversion) story here, that I have been writing for my email newsletter. Enjoy!
I’ve read a few conversion stories of late, which I always enjoy, so I thought I’d put a few snippets of mine here. I am a “cradle Catholic,” baptized into the faith when I was wee. I grew up going to Sunday school. I generally liked it, until middle school. My oldest faith-related memory was from when I was about 4, riding home from church, looking up at the freeway overpasses and thinking that yes, I was meant to be Catholic. This was where God wants me to be. I could be a ponderous child when I stopped bouncing around to think about things. My young and personal confession of faith, by the grace of God, has remained with me all of my life. Still, the older I grew as a child, the more secondary faith became; especially when hobbies, boys, schoolwork and friends loomed large. I was passionate, prideful, and rather self-centered through my tweens and teens. I was the archetypal “know it all” oldest sister. Faith formation was pretty boring to me then (looking back, it probably really was!), and I shifted into a more cultural status-quo mode of living. Sure, I went to church, but I was little different than those around me. Just more “artsy” I suppose! I continued this way longer than I care to admit….
to be continued!