Home, sweet home Finding God´s grace in the midst of pain
I am 21 years old. When I was about 13, I left the Catholic Church and became a Mormon because I was attracted to the community. I practiced that faith unquestioningly for seven years. A few months ago, when I became very ill, I started having doubts about everything. I was wondering about God’s plan and where God was in all this. Something quite surprising happened to me then: A voice seemed to invite me. I started feeling the desire to go to the Catholic Church, and I attended several services with my mother. But I still did not want to come back and kept going to the Mormon temple. One day I dreamed a whole Catholic liturgy, and the following Sunday I attended Mass at St. Frances of Rome in Cicero, Illinois. It was, to the very last detail, as I had dreamed it. I started to cry, but they were tears of joy and peace. I felt a deep peace and a strong presence of the Spirit. I went to speak to the pastor and told him I wanted to come home. He laughed and told me not to do it just to ask for a miracle and to feel better physically! I should only do it if I was convinced. I agreed but insisted I wanted to do it: I knew God was with me, had touched me, and in my illness was speaking to me and leading me gently back home. The surprising and wonderful thing was that a little while afterwards, the doctors found out what was wrong: a slipped disk was pressing on my nerves. A period of slow recovery started. But the best thing was the great joy, peace, and trust I felt. I prepared for Confirmation and to be received in the Catholic Church again. I now think there was indeed a hidden plan in all this: There was a call of God to seek him out and to seek what is essential in my life. Through my sickness and pain, I found what my heart desired. All that I had been looking for elsewhere I had in my own family. Now, with God’s grace in my life, I will continue to walk in hope and trust. I have come home at last. Your turn
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