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CM_Peacecraft
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A few years ago I was laying in my bed praying. It had been an interesting day and already I was feeling a certain closeness to God. But something different that night happened.
As soon as I turned my prayer attention to Mary in prayer (just a few words in), I felt something I cannot now adequately describe. It was like something reached into my chest and grabbed my heart, while at the same time striking it with lighting. I felt as if I was being pulled up by my heart and remained in this feeling, which was amazingly intense for a period of time that I can’t really determine, though I don’t think it was long. After a while, the feeling subsided, but I wasn’t normal. I felt incredibly happy. I kept repeating how much I loved God over and over again, and for the first time in my life, the feeling of love was so genuine it felt like I had never been in love with Him or anyone else really before. For upwards of three days I felt such an intense happiness that I could hardly stop smiling. Eventually the feeling of intense love, passion really, for God subsided…and since then I have wondered what it was that happened.
I’m not exactly the best catholic, in fact I am a terrible one sometimes, and my prayer life cannot be said to be too great by any means. So…what was this?
As soon as I turned my prayer attention to Mary in prayer (just a few words in), I felt something I cannot now adequately describe. It was like something reached into my chest and grabbed my heart, while at the same time striking it with lighting. I felt as if I was being pulled up by my heart and remained in this feeling, which was amazingly intense for a period of time that I can’t really determine, though I don’t think it was long. After a while, the feeling subsided, but I wasn’t normal. I felt incredibly happy. I kept repeating how much I loved God over and over again, and for the first time in my life, the feeling of love was so genuine it felt like I had never been in love with Him or anyone else really before. For upwards of three days I felt such an intense happiness that I could hardly stop smiling. Eventually the feeling of intense love, passion really, for God subsided…and since then I have wondered what it was that happened.
I’m not exactly the best catholic, in fact I am a terrible one sometimes, and my prayer life cannot be said to be too great by any means. So…what was this?
if you feel that you were “unworthy” of this grace… don’t worry, God doesn’t really look at that, - many times He blessed me in ways just to encourage me because He knows how weak I can be. 
perhaps if I were stronger, I wouldn’t need such consolations!