It is an ongoing process that started from my youngest years. Long before I accepted Jesus into my life, I was seeking to know and love God. I yearned for him. And while it is true that I wandered down many paths, the one true path was there all along.
It has been nearly 10 years since my conversion. I was baptized on September 10, 2003. Since then I have been on the most amazing ride of my life. My story with Jesus has been a love story, whispered in the darkness of an empty church, or sung in the beauty of the brilliant sun. It is a story that has unfolded on bended knees with a broken and contrite heart and in a voice rising up in praise, prayer and thanks.
Always, always, I seek you, O God. Always I look for you in every situation, in every ruin, every glorious day, every conflict, every sweet kiss. You are there.
And you have been calling me, yet again. As you once called me to yourself, then called me from the church of my youth, so again you are calling. Calling me to the ancient church that you gave to us. Calling me to yet one more conversion of heart. And as the day of my confirmation approaches, I am filled with unutterable joy. My soul leaps like a hart. I am at once calm and beside myself with excitement. I will take you, body and blood, into myself and nothing will ever be the same again.