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mariacamille
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For a brief period I was suffering immense grief…I went through two miscarriages and, though I was never mad at God…I wasn’t quite ready to face him in his House, either.
Finally, thanks to many prayers and struggles, I made it back to Church yesterday and I’m fervent in my desire to not just STAY, but to increase my faith so that this never happens again.
Last night as I prayed the rosary, I felt so at peace…then suddenly and out of nowhere, a little thought in my head said “He doesn’t exist. He won’t save you.”
WHAT. So I closed my eyes and kept praying…the harder I prayed, the more that voice told me that I was alone and that the saint didn’t exist…the Angels didn’t exist…and God didn’t exist. So I stopped praying, and told myself that it was all a lie. I had a brief moment of silence and suddenly I felt like someone had hit me…not physically, but mentally. I felt something shut off from me…something I can only describe as God’s Grace, my faith ,my hope. It was all gone. And I was miserable. It didn’t last long, and I felt His Grace open up to me again, and my faith and hope came back…but it was enough to realize that God HAS to exist. If he didn’t exist, then no one would exist…the angels and saints had to exist.
I prayed even harder, and by the end of the rosary, all doubts were gone. Anyone go through trials like these?
Finally, thanks to many prayers and struggles, I made it back to Church yesterday and I’m fervent in my desire to not just STAY, but to increase my faith so that this never happens again.
Last night as I prayed the rosary, I felt so at peace…then suddenly and out of nowhere, a little thought in my head said “He doesn’t exist. He won’t save you.”
WHAT. So I closed my eyes and kept praying…the harder I prayed, the more that voice told me that I was alone and that the saint didn’t exist…the Angels didn’t exist…and God didn’t exist. So I stopped praying, and told myself that it was all a lie. I had a brief moment of silence and suddenly I felt like someone had hit me…not physically, but mentally. I felt something shut off from me…something I can only describe as God’s Grace, my faith ,my hope. It was all gone. And I was miserable. It didn’t last long, and I felt His Grace open up to me again, and my faith and hope came back…but it was enough to realize that God HAS to exist. If he didn’t exist, then no one would exist…the angels and saints had to exist.
I prayed even harder, and by the end of the rosary, all doubts were gone. Anyone go through trials like these?