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Hi. I’m 17 years old, in my first semester of college, and life is going pretty well these days. However, I’ve had an interesting problem I’d like some advice on.
When I was 14, we visited a family friend’s home (we rarely visit people other than relatives, as I have 5 siblings younger than me, and life is pretty hectic when homeschooling). Our friend had several children, but the oldest two boys I had planned to talk to were away for the night (as was the oldest sister), so I spent the evening talking with their next oldest, a girl also 14 and 2 months younger than me. For the entire 2-3 hour visit we talked, and it was, to be honest, the first time (and so far, only time) I felt a “flutter” in my heart. It stuck with me afterwards for a while. I remember our younger siblings (from both families) all around us making an absolute racket so that we could barely hear each other to the point I tried typing what I wanted to say on her brother’s laptop because of the noise. Good times.
After that, flawed person I am, I would keep an eye out and see her (briefly) each Sunday mass (typically looking back at the choir, or at the entrance procession). I never thought of it outside of Sunday though - rest of the week, she never occurred to me, ever. I didn’t have lustful thoughts (thank God), but I did enjoy that “flutter”. This proceeded for several months until about Easter the next year.
Around that Easter, 2016, I saw them at the Easter Vigil and… they were normal, but my heart skipped a beat. I could tell almost in my heart that something was wrong, not normal, but you could never tell that logically. I started saying prayers for her (and the rest of the family) before each Sunday mass (occasionally forgetting). The logical side of my brain said this was nonsense and that I was thinking there was a problem where there was none. My heart just told me that something was off - though there was nothing about their demeanor to suggest it. I kept praying.
2 months later, the weird fears in my heart were unexpectedly vindicated in a terrifying manner. I found out that the older sister of the girl I liked (who was about 20) had left the Catholic faith and had become pregnant out-of-wedlock with an atheist boyfriend and was now a few months pregnant. I was stunned because, I was 15-about by this point (if my memory is correct), and I found it an utterly disturbing story. This 20-ish girl was raised completely Catholic in a faithful home and the oldest in the family, but she tossed it for an atheist. I am the oldest in my family, and I found the story extremely disturbing. Both that, and the realization that those “tremors” in my heart were, in fact, correct.
When I was 14, we visited a family friend’s home (we rarely visit people other than relatives, as I have 5 siblings younger than me, and life is pretty hectic when homeschooling). Our friend had several children, but the oldest two boys I had planned to talk to were away for the night (as was the oldest sister), so I spent the evening talking with their next oldest, a girl also 14 and 2 months younger than me. For the entire 2-3 hour visit we talked, and it was, to be honest, the first time (and so far, only time) I felt a “flutter” in my heart. It stuck with me afterwards for a while. I remember our younger siblings (from both families) all around us making an absolute racket so that we could barely hear each other to the point I tried typing what I wanted to say on her brother’s laptop because of the noise. Good times.
After that, flawed person I am, I would keep an eye out and see her (briefly) each Sunday mass (typically looking back at the choir, or at the entrance procession). I never thought of it outside of Sunday though - rest of the week, she never occurred to me, ever. I didn’t have lustful thoughts (thank God), but I did enjoy that “flutter”. This proceeded for several months until about Easter the next year.
Around that Easter, 2016, I saw them at the Easter Vigil and… they were normal, but my heart skipped a beat. I could tell almost in my heart that something was wrong, not normal, but you could never tell that logically. I started saying prayers for her (and the rest of the family) before each Sunday mass (occasionally forgetting). The logical side of my brain said this was nonsense and that I was thinking there was a problem where there was none. My heart just told me that something was off - though there was nothing about their demeanor to suggest it. I kept praying.
2 months later, the weird fears in my heart were unexpectedly vindicated in a terrifying manner. I found out that the older sister of the girl I liked (who was about 20) had left the Catholic faith and had become pregnant out-of-wedlock with an atheist boyfriend and was now a few months pregnant. I was stunned because, I was 15-about by this point (if my memory is correct), and I found it an utterly disturbing story. This 20-ish girl was raised completely Catholic in a faithful home and the oldest in the family, but she tossed it for an atheist. I am the oldest in my family, and I found the story extremely disturbing. Both that, and the realization that those “tremors” in my heart were, in fact, correct.
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