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englands123
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Please do share. I know it’s a very personal subject to many and totally understand if it is indeed to emotional.
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adamhovey1988
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I have never doubted the existence of God (even when I said I did). But, I would say when I almost died. I took medication (exactly once) that was supposed to treat anxiety and depression. And um, it didn’t work. I started vomiting and having seizures, and was even more depressed. I would regularly drink a couple of litres of water a day, and I was so dehydrated from vomiting that the doctors had a hard time finding a vein. I don’t recall making a promise to God or anything, but, some months after that I actually did start going to church. I consider that the beginning of my conversion experience. I did have a girlfriend at the time, and I was very grateful for her at that time, because I might not have had something (or rather) someone to live for after that. Although she became kind of anti-Catholic, she was the largely involved with my conversion (that is a different story). But, with the reaction to that medication, I was on death’s door, this is not an exaggeration. You tend to think the most about God, I believe, when you think you’re about to meet him. It made me very pale (which is not my natural skin colour)
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0Scarlett_nidiyilii
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When I went into the Dark Place, I felt His presence in the people who crossed my path and the books that came my way.
So in other words, through relationship and information.
So in other words, through relationship and information.
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DeniseNY
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When my mother was sick. I would not have gotten through it.
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CatholicSpirit
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A catholic soup kitchen fed me daily when I was homeless in Colorado Springs. I made it through all my struggles and have my veteran honor coming back to me finally after so many years of neglect.
Tis_Bearself
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When my husband died I had an anxiety attack that went on for weeks.
It went away at Holy Thursday Adoration. I was just sitting there adoring and realized all of a sudden I wasn’t having anxiety.
It went away at Holy Thursday Adoration. I was just sitting there adoring and realized all of a sudden I wasn’t having anxiety.
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Shelion
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“Short” version first, because perhaps you don’t feel like reading longer posts… I converted 6 years ago, almost exactly. I experienced God particularly strongly twice, but once was BEFORE conversion (even before the first weak one).
It started on the 30th or 31st of January this year. I was pregnant with my dream child - I wanted to have five kids so much… But that day I heard that the baby is suffering from holoprosencephaly and probably also trisomy 13. Later that was confirmed. It was such a heavy blow, that at first I couldn’t stop crying. I was heartbroken over this. On my way home I offered it up to Jesus for my mum’s conversion (we had then a horrible breach in our relationship over what she said about being pregnant… again). But I wasn’t all in, I was still far from where I am now. It took some weeks - but that day God brought me back to him, again. I was a believer, I believe still, I wasn’t exactly tepid, but still, I started experiencing God in a new way. I had nobody else that strong to lean on to. It was the first time in my life that what Jesus said that His yoke is light and sweet (Matthew 11:28-30) rang true for me. God has been powerfully helping me through all that experience - finding a new doctor (the first said “we have to end this” - meaning abortion…), a new hospital, but mostly, I started to feel that burden lighten, it was not just bearable, but sweet… I saw suffering in a new light - it was more theoretical before. And for the first time in my life I got detached from my life - in a sense, that I’m earnestly not afraid of death, I love my husband and all my children, but I love God more, God has worked His miracle in me. And for me - but not the complete healing of my daughter. I started praying for miracoulus healing at first, and I did go back to that prayer from time to time, but more often - as time went by, I started to pray that His will be done, because He knows better what’s best…
And then my baby died. Inside the womb. God helped me through all this, objectively a very hard, even extreme time, by making it also sweet, but hard too. It was sorrow, mixed with peace. There were a few times that I fell under the cross (cried ans felt unhappy), but on the whole - I’d never believe I’d live through such a thing like this… It taught me how powerful God’s help is, how good He is, how compassionate, merciful and loving.
Last but not least, through my baby’s intercession the breach in the family (my mum) was healed, and things really changed on that level…
Long version, the second half is about the difficult time - the beginning: My conversion story
Long version - when that period ended and my baby died: Zosia died
It started on the 30th or 31st of January this year. I was pregnant with my dream child - I wanted to have five kids so much… But that day I heard that the baby is suffering from holoprosencephaly and probably also trisomy 13. Later that was confirmed. It was such a heavy blow, that at first I couldn’t stop crying. I was heartbroken over this. On my way home I offered it up to Jesus for my mum’s conversion (we had then a horrible breach in our relationship over what she said about being pregnant… again). But I wasn’t all in, I was still far from where I am now. It took some weeks - but that day God brought me back to him, again. I was a believer, I believe still, I wasn’t exactly tepid, but still, I started experiencing God in a new way. I had nobody else that strong to lean on to. It was the first time in my life that what Jesus said that His yoke is light and sweet (Matthew 11:28-30) rang true for me. God has been powerfully helping me through all that experience - finding a new doctor (the first said “we have to end this” - meaning abortion…), a new hospital, but mostly, I started to feel that burden lighten, it was not just bearable, but sweet… I saw suffering in a new light - it was more theoretical before. And for the first time in my life I got detached from my life - in a sense, that I’m earnestly not afraid of death, I love my husband and all my children, but I love God more, God has worked His miracle in me. And for me - but not the complete healing of my daughter. I started praying for miracoulus healing at first, and I did go back to that prayer from time to time, but more often - as time went by, I started to pray that His will be done, because He knows better what’s best…
And then my baby died. Inside the womb. God helped me through all this, objectively a very hard, even extreme time, by making it also sweet, but hard too. It was sorrow, mixed with peace. There were a few times that I fell under the cross (cried ans felt unhappy), but on the whole - I’d never believe I’d live through such a thing like this… It taught me how powerful God’s help is, how good He is, how compassionate, merciful and loving.
Last but not least, through my baby’s intercession the breach in the family (my mum) was healed, and things really changed on that level…
Long version, the second half is about the difficult time - the beginning: My conversion story
Long version - when that period ended and my baby died: Zosia died
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Shelion
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Second part:
My father died when I was 11. When I was 12 my mum told my some horrible things about him that shook me to the core. For a couple of years I just hated and distrusted all men… And I also viewed this all from my mum’s perspective. Please, understand - she probably needed a friend to talk to and she was deeply hurt. AND she is an atheist, a militant one, so I don’t write this to show her in a bad light, but to give you a context… I pray for her… Then God intervened through a series (at least six, I think) of dreams. They were all about my dad. At first our relationship in the dreams was cold, distant. But it got progressively warmer. At the end, the last dream, it was loving. But - what made it so special - I felt such love, overpowering, joyful, not possible to describe - it woke me up. And I was cleansed, purified by this experience - of the feeling of betrayal, disappointment etc. Only later did I understand what that feeling of love meant… And how it healed me in this strange way.
My father died when I was 11. When I was 12 my mum told my some horrible things about him that shook me to the core. For a couple of years I just hated and distrusted all men… And I also viewed this all from my mum’s perspective. Please, understand - she probably needed a friend to talk to and she was deeply hurt. AND she is an atheist, a militant one, so I don’t write this to show her in a bad light, but to give you a context… I pray for her… Then God intervened through a series (at least six, I think) of dreams. They were all about my dad. At first our relationship in the dreams was cold, distant. But it got progressively warmer. At the end, the last dream, it was loving. But - what made it so special - I felt such love, overpowering, joyful, not possible to describe - it woke me up. And I was cleansed, purified by this experience - of the feeling of betrayal, disappointment etc. Only later did I understand what that feeling of love meant… And how it healed me in this strange way.
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Delphinus
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I have had a lot of experiences with God as I have had a lot of difficulties in my life. I want to share a recent one when I lost my baby at 12 weeks pregnant.
We had gone in for the ultrasound to check for the heartbeat and determine gestation. As they were reclining the chair back for the ultrasound I had this strong sense, and even did a double take, that there was a 5th person in the room (doc, nurse, husband, me, and this new one) standing next to me and holding my hand tightly. I had to reason to suspect anything was wrong, but I knew it was Jesus as I’d felt that presence before many times.
I knew something was wrong because I couldn’t see the heartbeat. I saw the doc keep looking, but I just waited. When he finally said “There’s no heartbeat. Let’s talk options.” I felt like the floor opened up and the earth itself swallowed me. I wasn’t alone in the pit though. Jesus never stopped holding my hand as I was thrown into a darkness I can’t even describe at that loss.
Fast forward about 2 very long and agonizing months. I went to a worship concert, Hillsong United, actually. And their new song “Another in the Fire” came up and I was absolutely undone. I knew at that moment that even walking in the darkest, painful, and most excruciating moments where all you want to know is “WHY”, in the end that doesn’t even matter. He was with me and he never left me. The only question I should have been asking is “WHO?” and the answer was always Jesus. If pain is what it takes to know him, I welcome it.
We had gone in for the ultrasound to check for the heartbeat and determine gestation. As they were reclining the chair back for the ultrasound I had this strong sense, and even did a double take, that there was a 5th person in the room (doc, nurse, husband, me, and this new one) standing next to me and holding my hand tightly. I had to reason to suspect anything was wrong, but I knew it was Jesus as I’d felt that presence before many times.
I knew something was wrong because I couldn’t see the heartbeat. I saw the doc keep looking, but I just waited. When he finally said “There’s no heartbeat. Let’s talk options.” I felt like the floor opened up and the earth itself swallowed me. I wasn’t alone in the pit though. Jesus never stopped holding my hand as I was thrown into a darkness I can’t even describe at that loss.
Fast forward about 2 very long and agonizing months. I went to a worship concert, Hillsong United, actually. And their new song “Another in the Fire” came up and I was absolutely undone. I knew at that moment that even walking in the darkest, painful, and most excruciating moments where all you want to know is “WHY”, in the end that doesn’t even matter. He was with me and he never left me. The only question I should have been asking is “WHO?” and the answer was always Jesus. If pain is what it takes to know him, I welcome it.
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stuartbrianhenlis
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How do I know there is a God?
Because I’m still here. I shouldn’t be, but I’m still here.
Because I’m still here. I shouldn’t be, but I’m still here.
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0Scarlett_nidiyilii
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Thank you for sharing .
So much to unpack here
So many hugs and prayers for you and your dear family
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So much to unpack here
So many hugs and prayers for you and your dear family
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Azaryahtt
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1 day I was just walking in the city centre and that particular day just like any other I felt nothing really was just that a normal day in a foreign country which is where I live and what happened kind of shook me to the core.
There was this person back in my home country which I have some grudge against him and I I had not forgive him, I mean like I was really angry at him.he had been very rude in one comment he had made over Facebook because we have not seen for years and without going into details it had to do with my past in cult.
So like I said I was walking down the high Street in this country where I live now now in a city that I am completely foreign to ,don’t know many people’s, and walking I could hardly believe my eyes when I I believe I saw this person working outside Street seller my brain just couldn’t understand it I mean a minute ago we were millions of miles apart and millions of light years in terms of closeness.
I had to walk by a couple of times, I did notn want him to see me, but I am 100% sure it was him. Let’s say 99.9 cos it’s really unbelievable coincidence.
I believe God show me his power that day since then and even though I didn’t talk to him I have forgiven him
There was this person back in my home country which I have some grudge against him and I I had not forgive him, I mean like I was really angry at him.he had been very rude in one comment he had made over Facebook because we have not seen for years and without going into details it had to do with my past in cult.
So like I said I was walking down the high Street in this country where I live now now in a city that I am completely foreign to ,don’t know many people’s, and walking I could hardly believe my eyes when I I believe I saw this person working outside Street seller my brain just couldn’t understand it I mean a minute ago we were millions of miles apart and millions of light years in terms of closeness.
I had to walk by a couple of times, I did notn want him to see me, but I am 100% sure it was him. Let’s say 99.9 cos it’s really unbelievable coincidence.
I believe God show me his power that day since then and even though I didn’t talk to him I have forgiven him
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englands123
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My own 1st experience was along time ago. Leaving school uneducated with many issues mentally. In and out of odd jobs. My partner who later became my ex wife applied without my knowledge for a train driver job. I went for the exams and passed.
During training I began to struggle with my instructor. (Went backwards so to speak.) A much higher manager called me in to the office and asked me why did me or the instructor not speak to someone higher , because I was due for my final exam in two weeks.
That afternoon I was devastated and felt I’d let my future wife down and many others. So I bought myself a rosary and placed it around my neck. That evening I saw a friend and opened up about my mental issues autism. Left the pub and whilst walking home I thought I’d pass a church. Was very late 23:00 or so.
I noticed two guys approaching and recognised them instantly. Both thugs and knew right then I was going to be robbed or worse.
I began to cry and grabbed my rosary which broke and said really …Lord is this going to happen today of all days. Started to pick what was left of the rosary off the floor.
The larger guy put away his tool and approached me. The smaller guy said let’s get this over with you know the score.
The big guy asked why am I crying and shaking. I told him. Amazingly he listened and said it’s ok I will help you find what’s left. The shorter guy was not happy and told his friend in no uncertainty.
He said can you not see this mans hurting I will not hurt him.
I left crying and went home.
2 weeks later I passed my exam under another instructor Dave and later found out my original instructor was a bully and I was not the 1st . There had been many before me.
Me and Dave became very good friends and 20yrs on I am still driving trains. My daughter now has the rosary crucifix. My ex wife was Jewish and took the cross away from our daughters bedroom.
Our daughter found it in an old box when moving 9 years later. I have always been Roman Catholic but lost my way mid life.
During training I began to struggle with my instructor. (Went backwards so to speak.) A much higher manager called me in to the office and asked me why did me or the instructor not speak to someone higher , because I was due for my final exam in two weeks.
That afternoon I was devastated and felt I’d let my future wife down and many others. So I bought myself a rosary and placed it around my neck. That evening I saw a friend and opened up about my mental issues autism. Left the pub and whilst walking home I thought I’d pass a church. Was very late 23:00 or so.
I noticed two guys approaching and recognised them instantly. Both thugs and knew right then I was going to be robbed or worse.
I began to cry and grabbed my rosary which broke and said really …Lord is this going to happen today of all days. Started to pick what was left of the rosary off the floor.
The larger guy put away his tool and approached me. The smaller guy said let’s get this over with you know the score.
The big guy asked why am I crying and shaking. I told him. Amazingly he listened and said it’s ok I will help you find what’s left. The shorter guy was not happy and told his friend in no uncertainty.
He said can you not see this mans hurting I will not hurt him.
I left crying and went home.
2 weeks later I passed my exam under another instructor Dave and later found out my original instructor was a bully and I was not the 1st . There had been many before me.
Me and Dave became very good friends and 20yrs on I am still driving trains. My daughter now has the rosary crucifix. My ex wife was Jewish and took the cross away from our daughters bedroom.
Our daughter found it in an old box when moving 9 years later. I have always been Roman Catholic but lost my way mid life.
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woolycaterpillar
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When I am in doubt about what to do in different circumstances, I always ask His opinion. When He gives me some advice, I follow it and it works out.
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Shelion
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I’ve noticed that people talk here about God in their life in general - I only wrote in reference to the title of the thread about the most difficult experience. I have been a Catholic for about 11 years (nominally since baptism in childhood though), and real beleiver for about 6 years. I noticed that the closer I am to God the more I see Him in everything - in people I meet, in the events, even the weather… In what people speak to me, in smaller difficulties I experience all the time, sometimes in prayer, and of course at Mass. Two days ago it was through listening to Anima Christi prayer that just moved me to tears. Now I sing it in my mind from time to time. He also talks to me - like to all Christians - through His Word, the Bible.
I can also see now His workings in my life from before conversion - but that would take to long to write here. Including all that, and miracles, and what prayer means to me - how can anyone not believe in God, other than not want to believe - is a mystery to me…
I can also see now His workings in my life from before conversion - but that would take to long to write here. Including all that, and miracles, and what prayer means to me - how can anyone not believe in God, other than not want to believe - is a mystery to me…
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Athanasiy
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My victory in the qualifying national championship in freestyle wrestling was a miracle.
My rival for the first place was an iron guy who I lost in the past 5 times.
I always lost in the past pure(by technical superiority), and could not do anything.
This is a rather unpleasant feeling when you have a rival on the wrestling carpet who constantly wins you.
But this time in the final a miracle happened. I started the first seconds actively, but for some reason the scoreboard was already 0-2, I was loosing.
And then I decided to try a technics, which I had never done before, it was a risky way to win, bit i had to risk, i had no choice, so i used that beautiful risky technique, and I made a hold on the opponent, and i won.
But what happened before that? Before that, I prayed for half a year before each workout. I worked for a long time and carefully to improve the methods of wrestling, and of course I prayed for a miracle and before the final, even during the wrestling fight I prayed, and the miracle happened.
My rival for the first place was an iron guy who I lost in the past 5 times.
I always lost in the past pure(by technical superiority), and could not do anything.
This is a rather unpleasant feeling when you have a rival on the wrestling carpet who constantly wins you.
But this time in the final a miracle happened. I started the first seconds actively, but for some reason the scoreboard was already 0-2, I was loosing.
And then I decided to try a technics, which I had never done before, it was a risky way to win, bit i had to risk, i had no choice, so i used that beautiful risky technique, and I made a hold on the opponent, and i won.
But what happened before that? Before that, I prayed for half a year before each workout. I worked for a long time and carefully to improve the methods of wrestling, and of course I prayed for a miracle and before the final, even during the wrestling fight I prayed, and the miracle happened.
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DeSales111
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Part One.
On the night of January 31st, 2010. I’ve been through a lot in life, divorces, a gun pointed at my head, the murder of ex father in-law when we went on a vacation, just all kinds of tragedies. But on this night, my wife and I experienced two rounds of an all out demonic attack. It was more after her than me, the pure evil and darkness brought by this demon was crippling. Hearing my wife murmuring, screaming uncontrollably the second time around, her head buried in my chest as her nails dug into my back. I thought we were going to die, especially my wife, I really thought, this is it. I felt helpless as there is no physical defense against a demonic attack. I prayed, and prayed, begging for God’s help. But the evil scrambled my prayers or made them incomplete. I never gave up, how could I as I watched the love of my life suffering so much and thinking she was going to die a horrible death.
Then all of a sudden a couple minutes into the second attack I felt this precense of the greatest strength and peace I’ve ever felt in my life. I jumped out of bed and felt I had an army of angels surrounding me, and faced that demon head on. As i was flying off that bed to face the demon, a version of Psalm 23 (which I did not know) came out of my mouth with force and a purpose. "THE LORD IS MY SHEPARD! THERE IS NOTHING I SHALL FEAR! EVEN THOUGH I WALK THROUGH THE VALLEY OF DEATH I SHALL FEAR NO EVIL FOR THE LORD IS BY MY SIDE! That’s when the evil left, and the darkest most horrifying night of my life was replaced by the most holy and peaceful feeling I’ve ever felt.
My brothers and sisters, that is why this once falling away Catholic (25+ yrs.), secularized non believing sinner, became an instant BELIEVER, yes big believer. That is why my wife, who had no faith and had never gone to church is now more Catholic than the Pope and lives her life as a saint. This is why I hang out with you guys on here.
Part two will be what happened the next morning, how when years and years of terrible sins came crashing down on me. I really enjoy reading all these posts, it shows how God works in our lives when we need Him most.
On the night of January 31st, 2010. I’ve been through a lot in life, divorces, a gun pointed at my head, the murder of ex father in-law when we went on a vacation, just all kinds of tragedies. But on this night, my wife and I experienced two rounds of an all out demonic attack. It was more after her than me, the pure evil and darkness brought by this demon was crippling. Hearing my wife murmuring, screaming uncontrollably the second time around, her head buried in my chest as her nails dug into my back. I thought we were going to die, especially my wife, I really thought, this is it. I felt helpless as there is no physical defense against a demonic attack. I prayed, and prayed, begging for God’s help. But the evil scrambled my prayers or made them incomplete. I never gave up, how could I as I watched the love of my life suffering so much and thinking she was going to die a horrible death.
Then all of a sudden a couple minutes into the second attack I felt this precense of the greatest strength and peace I’ve ever felt in my life. I jumped out of bed and felt I had an army of angels surrounding me, and faced that demon head on. As i was flying off that bed to face the demon, a version of Psalm 23 (which I did not know) came out of my mouth with force and a purpose. "THE LORD IS MY SHEPARD! THERE IS NOTHING I SHALL FEAR! EVEN THOUGH I WALK THROUGH THE VALLEY OF DEATH I SHALL FEAR NO EVIL FOR THE LORD IS BY MY SIDE! That’s when the evil left, and the darkest most horrifying night of my life was replaced by the most holy and peaceful feeling I’ve ever felt.
My brothers and sisters, that is why this once falling away Catholic (25+ yrs.), secularized non believing sinner, became an instant BELIEVER, yes big believer. That is why my wife, who had no faith and had never gone to church is now more Catholic than the Pope and lives her life as a saint. This is why I hang out with you guys on here.
Part two will be what happened the next morning, how when years and years of terrible sins came crashing down on me. I really enjoy reading all these posts, it shows how God works in our lives when we need Him most.
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DeSales111
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Part two.
On the morning after the demonic attack I awoke still in shock over what happened, it was a lot to take in. The first thing i did was to look over to my wife and see if she was still alive, thank God she was still breathing. That was such a relief.
So I gently got out of bed, as to not wake her, so I could get a shower. I turned on the water, jumped in and my mind was still trying to process the reality of what had happened. All of a sudden as the water poured over my head I felt this warmth but excruciating pain, my soul was aching like never before. A life time of sins began to crush me, my hands covered my face in the most shame I’ve ever felt. It brought me to my knees sobbing harder than I ever have. I was for the first time in my life begging for God’s forgiveness, sobbing like a baby telling Him how sorry I was. This lasted a while as I could not lift my head or show my face. Then I felt like He embraced me and forgave me, My tears of remorse and shame became tears of joy and relief. I knew my secular life was over and done, I knew I’d never miss Mass again. My Baptism was renewed in my own tears. That moment with God will impact me for the remainder of my life.
You see, God always has a plan. He made me a Believer and turned me into a completely different person, He put my wife on a path that led her into the Church to be baptized and recieve His precious Body and Blood. This all happened exactly one week before I was to receive the worst news a son could hear, my father had cancer. It healed my long lost relationship with my father, I really did feel like the prodigal son coming home to his father, that is times two, my father and my Father. He would eventually pass away, but boy was that a beautiful event having faith. His final and dieing words were “I love you.” And I know when he passed and saw the holy face of Jesus the first thing he heard was “I love you too!!”
On the morning after the demonic attack I awoke still in shock over what happened, it was a lot to take in. The first thing i did was to look over to my wife and see if she was still alive, thank God she was still breathing. That was such a relief.
So I gently got out of bed, as to not wake her, so I could get a shower. I turned on the water, jumped in and my mind was still trying to process the reality of what had happened. All of a sudden as the water poured over my head I felt this warmth but excruciating pain, my soul was aching like never before. A life time of sins began to crush me, my hands covered my face in the most shame I’ve ever felt. It brought me to my knees sobbing harder than I ever have. I was for the first time in my life begging for God’s forgiveness, sobbing like a baby telling Him how sorry I was. This lasted a while as I could not lift my head or show my face. Then I felt like He embraced me and forgave me, My tears of remorse and shame became tears of joy and relief. I knew my secular life was over and done, I knew I’d never miss Mass again. My Baptism was renewed in my own tears. That moment with God will impact me for the remainder of my life.
You see, God always has a plan. He made me a Believer and turned me into a completely different person, He put my wife on a path that led her into the Church to be baptized and recieve His precious Body and Blood. This all happened exactly one week before I was to receive the worst news a son could hear, my father had cancer. It healed my long lost relationship with my father, I really did feel like the prodigal son coming home to his father, that is times two, my father and my Father. He would eventually pass away, but boy was that a beautiful event having faith. His final and dieing words were “I love you.” And I know when he passed and saw the holy face of Jesus the first thing he heard was “I love you too!!”
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Eric_Hyom
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My mum went into a coma and was rushed to hospital, her breathing was a horrible gurgling sound. The doctors said she had days to live and there was nothing they could do for her. We called a priest, although none of us had a faith at the time, we just thought it was what you should do as mum was bought up a Catholic. As the priest prayed my mums gasping for air seemed to change, she seemed to relax and started to breathe more normally. About ten minutes after the priest walked out the door, mum came round and started to speak, she had no recollection of anything that happened in hospital, or that the priest had said prayers over her. We thought it might have just been a temporary reprieve, but she lived another eleven years.
Having our mum back was a mixed blessing, because she had suffered with multiple sclerosis for about twenty years prior to the coma, and she had gradually lost the use of both her arms and legs. Before the coma, there were times she said she wanted to die. But after the coma my mum regarded her healing as a blessing, despite her paralysed body, and she said she was not ready to die at the time of the coma.
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Having our mum back was a mixed blessing, because she had suffered with multiple sclerosis for about twenty years prior to the coma, and she had gradually lost the use of both her arms and legs. Before the coma, there were times she said she wanted to die. But after the coma my mum regarded her healing as a blessing, despite her paralysed body, and she said she was not ready to die at the time of the coma.
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