Last night was Holy Thursday. It was the most beautiful service I have attended so far. My heart filled with love for our priest, who I have struggled to understand at times …..but not last night….as he carried the Blessed Sacrament to the Altar of Repose…so carefully and respectfully and lovingly….I got teary. This Church that I have fought against in my past….this Church that I misunderstood…this Church that I now eagerly look forward to joining in just 24 hours at the Easter Vigil. I can hardly believe that I’m here! A year ago I wasn’t sure how any of this would work out. A year’s time seemed like an eternity to wait to receive my Lord in Holy Communion last Easter. All I could think then was how would everything work out with my family? My kids? My husband? Our marriage? As we struggled through issues such as NFP and other various Church teachings, especially dh. There were so many reasons for the family to not come with me, but thankfully, they are with me. My youngest dd will be baptized in the Catholic Church at the end of April. My eldest child and son will be receiving his first Communion in May. My second child and daughter is learning about Jesus and the Sacraments and His Church in her CCD class and will receive her first Communion next Easter. And dh will be joining the Church with me tomorrow night! It’s like a dream. All of it seems like a dream. God is so good to me. I deserve none of this. Today I feel like tomorrow is my wedding day complete with butterflies in my tummy.

Somebody pinch me…..