For Them

Writing a public blog about my specific journey to Catholicism has it's pressures.   So much so, that I rarely find that exact, one thing that I want to write about for a post.  I worry that my specific experience won't be exactly in line with theological truths, and therefore, feel paralyzed. 

Yet, I cannot imagine looking back in 10 years without any notes about our lives now, here, in the midst of conversion.  Most likely, these many months will in no small way define the rest of my life.  How we decide to proceed, either towards the Church, or away from it, will affect my relationship with the Lord, with my husband, my kids, and most definitely my extended family.  It already has, in every case, and therefore I assume only be multiplied in the years to come.

So, I have decided, even if I don't have all Truths in check with the Vatican, and even if I will correct my current self in the future on some issue of the Catechism, I will write.  Because some day my kids will ask.  And on that day, I have to have an answer.  Why are we Catholic?

I am sure, on that day, that many things about who I am will have changed.  But one thing, will probably remain.  When I answer that question, I will still well up with tears.  Because not a day goes by that I am not amazed myself, that the Lord chose to call us to Him, in this profound way.  Not a day goes by that I am not grateful for the Church, what She has done, stood for, and Whom she has loved, so that I could be loved.  So that I could one day reach a fullness of my faith that I once lacked.. once my eyes were open, and I crossed the Tiber.