To converts/reverts, when was the seed of faith planted in your life?

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Dear brothers and sisters in Christ,

I was listening to an episode of Journey Home on the net, and the guest was a former atheist. Towards the end of the episode, she mentioned that after her conversion she found out that she was baptized [Catholic] when she was baby. She went on saying that she partly attributes her new-found faith to that.

Have you experienced something similar in your life?

Thanks for your time.
 
the seed was planted when I was 15 days old…at my baptism. It was nourished for many years by my loving family but was then obscured by worldly cares and desires, like the seed that falls on thorny ground. Only after many years, much sin, and the fervent prayers of my parents, grandparents and God parents, was I. by the grace of God, finally able to clear the thorns from around my faith and come home.

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James
 
The original seed was planted in July of 1947, when I was baptized (it was a Lutheran baptism, but it counts).

Actual faith blasted open in my life on Feb. 29, 1976, when I had an overwhelming conversion experience.

The seed of faith in the Catholic Church was planted in November 2003 (when I realized that no one in Protestantism had the authority to resolve a conflict about Sacred Scripture), and it came to fruition at my confirmation in March 2005.
 
the seed was planted when I was 15 days old…at my baptism. It was nourished for many years by my loving family but was then obscured by worldly cares and desires, like the seed that falls on thorny ground. Only after many years, much sin, and the fervent prayers of my parents, grandparents and God parents, was I. by the grace of God, finally able to clear the thorns from around my faith and come home.

Peace
James
Praise the Lord. 👍
 
Yes, I was baptized at 8 days old, I believe. I had 10 years of my mother’s very devout Catholicism (she was a convert herself) before she died. My father did not ever return to the Church after her death and so I fell away, but I realized later that my soul was always seeking for God, just in the wrong ways. My husband was the same, only more so. We had no intention of having religion of any kind as a base for our marriage (House Built Upon Sand Syndrome).

Then we decided to try for a baby. When I got pregnant of course we were excited. I got quite ill, though, and was helpless for the first time in a long time. I don’t know why, but I started to pray (I guess people do that when their backs are against the wall). God had that little opening in my heart and He took it and grew it! Labor and delivery transformed me the rest of the way, and when I held our new little son in my arms, I knew without a doubt that God exists, that He answers prayers, and that He had never left my side all those years although I had turned away from Him. And that I had to return to the Church, and raise my children as Catholics.

We had a lot of repair work to do. We had married civilly and of course I had lots of sins to confess, and had to get confirmed as well. My husband was surprised to say the least, since I had kept my inner process private until after the baby was born. But I’ve never looked back. And I thank GOD for his grace every single day. I thank God that my husband at least allowed our sons to be raised in the Church, although he didn’t assist with that in any way. He could have made it much more difficult for me, and he didn’t. Pray for him, that God can break into his heart the way he broke into mine!
 
I left the Catholic Church in college because of all the Madonna & Child figures in the ancient world. I thought Catholics snitched it. I got into psychics and stuff. I blew out my back with a one-two punch of getting hit by a heavy car while driving an antique lightweight VW bug; and falling off a horse while horsing around in a sand ring, a very mild fall. But it blew open a bulging disk in my back. So I was in bed a lot, and started thinking, “Hey! I don’t need some psychic to channel my spirit guides, I can go straight to God in prayer.” So I did.

"Lo, I am with you always, even unto the end of the age." That’s what I kept hearing in my head when I prayed. It made me sad then, but my long illness made all my hippie Commie friends disappear, thank God. And I kept doing my homework on ancient mythology, and found there was an ancient prophecy and expectation of a sacred Mother & Son; and listened to all the racist college Commies and found Our Lady warned of Russia spreading her errors; and listened to Radio Rosary and prayed and finally went to confession and…“I’m baaaaack!” Thanks, mom and dad, for continuing to pray for me; and may God have mercy on your eternal souls. I later read in quadriplegic Joni Erickson Tada’s book that during her long stint in the hospital she kept hearing, **“Lo, I am with you always, even unto the end of the age.” **
 
What beautiful stories! ❤️

Like those who posted before me, the seed was planted at my baptism, when I was three days old.

I became aware of the existence of this seed in 1996, when I returned to the Church after having been taken away as a child (in other words, not my decision). Several years of lukewarmness that I thought was true devotion followed. :blushing: After a few bad experiences in the mid-2000s I was once again in danger of falling away, this time of my own doing.

In September 2010, the Lord sent a gardener to find out why the seed wasn’t sprouting. http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y81/Pascal_S/smileys/huh.gif

Germination at last took place on May 13, 2012, when by God’s grace I finally started cooperating with the gardener. Leaves appeared in early July. By late August, my faith had begun to bud and the flowers have not stopped blooming since.
 
I was raised without religion and was not baptised as a child. But my grandmother would sometimes pray with me in a way appropriate for a child, and I remember that fondly. When she would tuck me into bed she would take my hand and make the sign of the cross. I loved that, I felt so safe. I think this is what planted the seed. I was 16 when I decided to join the church. I’m so happy my grandma lived to see that happen 🙂
 
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