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simple_soul
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The short answer is YES! And, speaking from my own experience, we desperately need them more than we realize!
When I first came to CAF I was lost. I needed some one to take me in to teach me and to help me understand what I did and did not know. I really did not mean to draw attention but a brother from here seemed to listen to what I was saying or asking. Probably he was doing both. I do not know for sure. What I do know is that I have just relived the last 40 years of my life. I have done nothing but follow his lead and direction, weather it came directly from him or through others, and I found myself being opened to understand things. Some of which amazed me.
He saw how unsure I was and found some one to boost my confidence. When my confidence started to get to be a little to confident…well lets just say I was set strait.
He showed me how much God loves me through so many people and the examples of so many saints.
When he had to tell me something that he believed might “potentially” set me back in my desire and journey for holiness…. He was so quick to send someone to check in on me to make sure I was OK.
He showed me how much I knew and how much more I could learn.
But, most of all he heard something within everything I said. Pain and anguish. This pain and anguish came out full force in the fact that I could not take confidence in my trust of God‘s love for me and what He had done for me. So he prayed for me knowing that my conscience would wake up sooner or later and that I would have to realize and face this pain and anguish and the only thing that would help me was knowing how much God does love me. Oh how he must have prayed. Because I can say with certainty it did help this soul. You see, when I was younger I put my confidence and trust in someone at a time in my life when I did not have a soul to turn too. This person not only took advantage of me but had me at a hospital the next morning getting a prescription filled out for a morning after pill. Telling me the whole time to trust him. But when it came time to take this pill I just could’t so I hid it in my mouth and after he dropped me off I spat it out. I thought that was the end of it. I told myself I should never have put myself in that situation to begin with. And then I told myself that since I did not swallow the pill I did not do anything to cause an abortion. Right?
Oh, how the haunting started, every time it came time to trust someone again I would relive this all over again. So I became very picky about who I trusted and who I did not trust.
The poor priests and deacons at my church. I must have driven them nuts. God knows I believe they did there best to help me open up but I was too wounded. Even my love for God become guarded. But God, in His love and mercy, held me close to himself. It was the only place I found refuge and peace. He completely sustain me I truly do believe I would have gone completely mad if it had not been for Him holding me so close to himself. I never really understood just how close until quite recently.
I truly do believe he sent me across this brother’s path so that he could help me. To be there for me and to guide me as my conscience did finally start to wake up. You see, the pain and anguish that I had been feeling came from that pill. The one thought that always kept coming to my mind was “what if some microscopic bit of it had some how seeped into my blood stream and caused me to have an abortion?” This was a thought that I would not let myself think about. It was too painful. I always told myself that a microscopic amount could not cause an abortion. I even ran it by a few people to verify this info. But what I found out just the other day is that I suffer some of the symptoms that post-abortion patients suffer. How could that be? I had to think about this and then it hit me. I had been telling myself all along about how a microscopic amount could not cause an abortion but never looked at it understanding that maybe it could also cause an abortion. We just don’t know for sure only God knows for sure. This is what I had to face. There was a microscopic chance that I had caused an abortion. Period. Just by putting this pill into my mouth. This brother knew this, I am guessing probably from close to the beginning of my coming to CAF, and he did nothing but guide me to first trust in God’s love for me and my love for Him and then to face this cause of my pain and anguish.
I truly do thank God from the bottom of my heart He sent me across his path. I will always be eternally grateful for everything he helped me to understand and face. But most of all for the many prayers I know he must have said so that I would know God’s love deeply enough to be able to face what I needed too. And then he made sure I made it to the care of my parish priests and deacons so that they could bring me into the Mystical Body of Christ more fully. Through the sacrament of reconciliation and the Body and Blood of Jesus Christ to mend and heal a wound I barley knew I had. If it was not for God‘s Love through this brother I know that I would still be suffering the effects of it.
When I first came to CAF I was lost. I needed some one to take me in to teach me and to help me understand what I did and did not know. I really did not mean to draw attention but a brother from here seemed to listen to what I was saying or asking. Probably he was doing both. I do not know for sure. What I do know is that I have just relived the last 40 years of my life. I have done nothing but follow his lead and direction, weather it came directly from him or through others, and I found myself being opened to understand things. Some of which amazed me.
He saw how unsure I was and found some one to boost my confidence. When my confidence started to get to be a little to confident…well lets just say I was set strait.
He showed me how much God loves me through so many people and the examples of so many saints.
When he had to tell me something that he believed might “potentially” set me back in my desire and journey for holiness…. He was so quick to send someone to check in on me to make sure I was OK.
He showed me how much I knew and how much more I could learn.
But, most of all he heard something within everything I said. Pain and anguish. This pain and anguish came out full force in the fact that I could not take confidence in my trust of God‘s love for me and what He had done for me. So he prayed for me knowing that my conscience would wake up sooner or later and that I would have to realize and face this pain and anguish and the only thing that would help me was knowing how much God does love me. Oh how he must have prayed. Because I can say with certainty it did help this soul. You see, when I was younger I put my confidence and trust in someone at a time in my life when I did not have a soul to turn too. This person not only took advantage of me but had me at a hospital the next morning getting a prescription filled out for a morning after pill. Telling me the whole time to trust him. But when it came time to take this pill I just could’t so I hid it in my mouth and after he dropped me off I spat it out. I thought that was the end of it. I told myself I should never have put myself in that situation to begin with. And then I told myself that since I did not swallow the pill I did not do anything to cause an abortion. Right?
Oh, how the haunting started, every time it came time to trust someone again I would relive this all over again. So I became very picky about who I trusted and who I did not trust.
The poor priests and deacons at my church. I must have driven them nuts. God knows I believe they did there best to help me open up but I was too wounded. Even my love for God become guarded. But God, in His love and mercy, held me close to himself. It was the only place I found refuge and peace. He completely sustain me I truly do believe I would have gone completely mad if it had not been for Him holding me so close to himself. I never really understood just how close until quite recently.
I truly do believe he sent me across this brother’s path so that he could help me. To be there for me and to guide me as my conscience did finally start to wake up. You see, the pain and anguish that I had been feeling came from that pill. The one thought that always kept coming to my mind was “what if some microscopic bit of it had some how seeped into my blood stream and caused me to have an abortion?” This was a thought that I would not let myself think about. It was too painful. I always told myself that a microscopic amount could not cause an abortion. I even ran it by a few people to verify this info. But what I found out just the other day is that I suffer some of the symptoms that post-abortion patients suffer. How could that be? I had to think about this and then it hit me. I had been telling myself all along about how a microscopic amount could not cause an abortion but never looked at it understanding that maybe it could also cause an abortion. We just don’t know for sure only God knows for sure. This is what I had to face. There was a microscopic chance that I had caused an abortion. Period. Just by putting this pill into my mouth. This brother knew this, I am guessing probably from close to the beginning of my coming to CAF, and he did nothing but guide me to first trust in God’s love for me and my love for Him and then to face this cause of my pain and anguish.
I truly do thank God from the bottom of my heart He sent me across his path. I will always be eternally grateful for everything he helped me to understand and face. But most of all for the many prayers I know he must have said so that I would know God’s love deeply enough to be able to face what I needed too. And then he made sure I made it to the care of my parish priests and deacons so that they could bring me into the Mystical Body of Christ more fully. Through the sacrament of reconciliation and the Body and Blood of Jesus Christ to mend and heal a wound I barley knew I had. If it was not for God‘s Love through this brother I know that I would still be suffering the effects of it.