Well, my story is quite complicated, but I’ll try not to bore everyone with too many details.
I was brought up Episcopalian until my dad died. My mom got interested in a home Bible study with friends of hers and ended up taking us out of our Episcopal parish to the Assemblies of God–which was a huge shock to my very consevative nature. We attended the AoG (as we called it then) weekly, which meant 2 services on Sunday with Sunday school for all and a Wed evening prayer service. I became deeply, passionately involved to the point of getting a B. A. in Bible at one of their Bible colleges. But something was missing.
At the time I was a student at the Bible college C. S. Lewis was all the rage. Funnily though, reading his books led me away from the AoG back to the Episcopal Church–not an outcome any of my AoG pastors or friends anticipated. Anyway, I’d hoped to find in the ECUSA my final home, but again, something was missing. I didn’t know what. I was miserable over it because I so wanted the church of my childhood to be the one that would give me my answers.
I’d read some Catholic apologetics but just didn’t want to believe what they said. I’d gotten a rosary–for what reason I couldn’t have explained, but I found just holding it while I prayed gave me a powerful sense of God’s presence–deep, peaceful, and rich in spiritual promise. I’d seen an animated version of Lord of the Rings. It wasn’t a great film, but the premise and themes grabbed my attention. I bought the book, followed Frodo’s adventures to the end in one weekend, and at the end of the weekend I was a different person. I knew I wanted the depth of spirituality I’d sensed in that book.
I married a non-practicing Catholic in my Episcopal parish, but he never tried to influence me. But he wanted to return to the Church. I decided to give the Catholic Church a try–big of me wasn’t it?

The modernist parish we attended wasn’t ideal, but still I knew that God was present there in more than spirit. There was a living, breathing Someone who resided there–I came to find out that was his eucharistic presence. Unknowingly, I received the Eucharist, but I’m rather happy I did because it fed me when my head and heart were still wrestling with all I was learning in RCIA. Anyway, I was reconciled to the Church at that Easter Vigil. After kicking and screaming against becoming Catholic I entered into the joy of serving Our Lord in the fullness of his truth. I’d come home.