Hi, dronald…I ran into this story yesterday:
chnetwork.org/2013/05/a-catholic-seed-sewn-conversion-story-of-vicki-hassessian/
This is the part of her struggel on Mary and the saints:
*Back to Mary
Some of my hurdles were communication with the saints and purgatory, but I struggled with the concept of Mary most of all. Studying commentaries on Hebrews 12:1 helped me to understand that we indeed could ask the saints to intercede for us. My understanding of purgatory came while reading Dr. Scott Hahn’s book Signs of Life: 40 Catholic Customs and Their Biblical Roots, but no matter what I read or how much I prayed to understand the Church’s teaching about Mary, I remained unconvinced.
One day, I saw someone set a bouquet of flowers in front of our Lady’s statue in church. After Mass, I rushed home to write to Priscilla, the mentor I had been given by the Coming Home Network, that I had witnessed proof that the Church allowed the worship of Mary! She wrote back and gently asked me, “Vicki, would it be worshipping your mother if you put flowers on her grave? Aren’t you just saying to her that you remember her and that you love her?” I knew she was right. I brought Mary my first bouquet a few days later, set it in front of her statue, and wept. I finally understood that the statues were not idols, but they were like the pictures I have on the wall. They remind us to emulate them as they point the way to Jesus. The saints were my family.
The straw that broke the camel’s back occurred a few weeks later. I was continuing to attend Protestant services with my husband on Saturday nights. The pastor was talking about the fact that, as Christians, we need to love each other. He closed his sermon with these words: “Suppose I am the new pastor at your church. You come to my house for a visit. We’re all seated in the living room and you say to me, ‘We just love you pastor! Your sermons are wonderful, your children are fantastic, and we even love your dog! But your wife…we really don’t care for her too much.’ How do you think I would feel about you then? Wouldn’t it be difficult for me to treat you with Christian love if I knew that you hated my wife?” At that moment I began to cry because for the first time I could understand how Jesus must feel when we speak ill of or treat His mother with contempt, with rudeness, with indifference. From that day I have embraced our Lady as my own. My love for her continues to grow, and my devotion deepens every day.*