EVERYONE HAS A STORY TO TELL. EVERYONE HAS A GIFT TO SHARE.
Stories from parishioners about their callings from God
Time heals all wounds. That is what I assumed. Losing a spouse is like no pain I could have ever imagined. Losing a spouse at a young age, is unimaginable. I was angry, I lost my faith in God and the church all together. No good, just God would have left me in a position to raise children on my own. Sadly, through my bitterness, I never introduced my children to the church and when they asked about going with cousins or grandparents, I refused. I did not even take them to family weddings or other functions held in a church building. When my father passed away, I did not attend his services. I went to the cemetery on my own when no Priest would be telling me my Dad was at peace. When was I ever going to be at peace? I felt betrayed by a God that continually took good people away from me and did not seem to be concerned about MY peace. Time passed and my son wanted to be married in the church. He sat me down and explained how since he was in junior high school he had prayed for me every day. He prayed for my peace and my healing and that one day I could learn to love God and see all the joy He brings to the world and to the people who truly believe in Him. How could a child who did not go to church or hear positive comments about church from home be so certain of a loving God? I realized in that moment, that God had been working in my life the entire time through my son. Only a gracious, loving God would place so much love into a child who wasn’t receiving it from his own mother. I am grateful for the redeeming grace that God shows every day and I pray that He has forgiven my ignorance and protects me on my journey of re-discovery with Him and my family. God helps me see the good in my friends and family. I get to participate in so many fun activities at school and at church that help me understand that God is in our lives every moment of every day. I am learning that it is my mission to help others and focus less on myself.
I had always been a “back row” catholic, content to go through the motions and show up on Sunday as my minimal obligation to the Lord. I prayed on my own and considered myself higher in rank than the “Easter and Christmas” crowd. I was having some health issues, then lost my job and suddenly I was looking for help. I thought my sitting in the back row made me unnoticeable, but when I needed it the most, I found that people HAD noticed me. Parish members I did not know by name, but only by face literally came to my rescue. They provided me spiritual guidance and gave me direction to help get my life back in order. If that isn’t God at work through His people, I don’t know what is.
I love my Jesus. He is at my school with me every day. He wants me to be his friend and show my friends how to be more like him. He is in my class with me and my teacher and talks to me at church. We read stories about Him and I sometimes remind my mom and dad to be more like Jesus when they get mad.
I was not sure how to write my “God at work in my life” story, but I can tell you in a few lines just how important His work has been in my life. I was baptized and raised in the Catholic Church and as I got older and went out into the world on my own, I got away from it. I figured I still believed in God and prayed and that was enough. It definitely was not. I always felt that something was missing. My marriage was happy, my kids were successful, but something inside ME was missing. After attending a funeral for a friend, I realized what I was missing was FAITH. Religion and faith are not the same thing. My friend had lost her husband, but she was so at peace. I couldn’t understand that. I would have been an emotional basket case. She shared with me her FAITH and it immediately sent me on my own journey to re-discover my childlike relationship with God. It has made all the difference.