I’m posting here to encourage those in the process!
I was born and raised atheist in Utah; had a radical conversion to Christ in my early 20’s. Married a pastor’s son. Spent 20 years happily involved in about 8 different non-denominational charismatic churches. I didn’t hate Catholicism, just thought it was stuffy and superstitious.
A few years ago we were hit with major family trauma involving our first born child and my in-laws. My husband and I fell into intense grief. We consulted christian counselors and pastors, group therapy; many kind people tried to help us, but just couldn’t. Meanwhile, two of our other kids landed in Catholic school, just because it was the best choice near our house. I started attending daily Mass when I dropped them off each morning. I just wanted to pray and grieve; the solemnity of the building was very soothing; I sensed dignity in my suffering there.
The 30-something priest was holy, kind, full of love for people. I sensed the Holy Spirit in him. Many of his homilies were prophetic words for me. I made an appointment to talk to him; Was he charismatic? (Turns out, Yes) Did God tell him he was giving me prophetic words? Was it ok for a protestant to go to mass and just sit in the back? I found a rosary in the gutter; I plopped it in his hand and asked ‘what am I supposed to do with this?’
It took me 4 months (researching and agonizing) to decide to become Catholic. The priest then arranged an off-track RCIA for me to attend with 2 other people. I already believed 98% of the catechism. After 6 months in RCIA, and a very intense couple of confessions, I was confirmed on a weekday Mass. I’ve been a Catholic now for a few months.
My extended family are still all atheists. My husband, my kids and my in laws are still non denominational christians. I live in a hyper-liberal city. It was, and is, 100% lonely uphill climbing to be a Catholic.
I became a Catholic because I couldn’t deny the Holy Spirit leading me there, and I couldn’t deny historical church facts. Above all…the Eucharist. There aren’t adequate words. I attend Mass daily, like I breathe air daily. I can’t imagine my life without the consolation of the Eucharist. It’s made me love my husband, my family, my enemies. It’s concretely my ‘personal relationship with Jesus’ . I feel I can face any tragedy in life as long as I can partake of Him.