I grew up not practicing religion at all in a non-christian and i would have to say not so tolerant family either. At the age of 16 i took interest in what was going on in N-Ireland and how the catholics there were treated.
For the next 21 1/2 years i kept going on my life not caring much about religion, God or my soul for that sake of matter and much of that time (from 1995 to 2006 things were really hard in my life. Lost my mum, struggeled with debts, porn addicition and was on edge with my family).
But things changed slowly. In the easter of 2008 i found myself crying and said to myself: Jesus died for us and our sins! Slowly things started to happen in my life and got much better. In december 2009 (12.17) i sat my foot in a catholic church for the first time ever.
I felt this strong holyness and a feeling of warm and cold at the same time, this strong love, careness and remember i wispered the words: yes, please…let me come home! My cousin sat next to me (he converted at the same time i did 11/24/2010) and noticed that i as he said it: “acted different”.
Of course i did! I remember that the words that came in my mind was: do not be afraid, pray, love and learn.
So i began attending masses in january 2010, started in a class much like RCIA in late january and converted in november 2010. The entire year i spent learning prayers, going to mass, learning the rite of the mass, developing a prayer life and going regulary to mass 1-3 times a week.
Today, being home. Life treats me so good. Ok, there are still challenges. Im debtfree and battling one specific addiction and it is getting much better (still got some setbacks, but they are fewer and fewer - i trust in God and pray that He gives me guidances and has done some important measures to cut down the possibilities of temptation - yet i know it is lurking like the devil does.
I go to mass 4-6 times a week, work as a volunteer in the local parish officer and at the moment are undergoing training to become an adult altar server, the first ever in the parish 45 long history.
So how long my journey took? 22 years in heart, three years in exploring the truth and one in doing it practically. It was and has been an at times hard ride, but i needed it and it has done me good.
God bless you all.