I should begin by saying that, in my life, I have been incredibly blessed. God gave me wonderful parents who raised me in the Catholic faith. I’ve attended Sunday mass with my family for as long as I can remember. They sent me to Catholic schools and were amazing role models of what it means to live a life for God.
When I went to college, I began going to mass less and less. Not necessarily because I didn’t want to, but because I had gotten so busy and didn’t make time for God. My faith had never been completely my responsibility until that point in my life. Prior to that, I’d always had my parents and teachers guiding me; I had the sacraments offered to me at school and had classes concerning the Catholic faith on a daily basis. Once I got to college, however, it was my responsibility to continue learning about and practicing my faith.
Also around that time, I had an injury that prevented me from running college cross- country, which for me felt like my life was over. I placed so much of my identity in my ability to do well in that sport, and when I wasn’t able to run it felt like I didn’t know who I was. I had planned this future for myself- dream school, college running career, a chosen major. Continue reading
I grew up in a Christian home where we went to Church and Sunday school every Sunday. We also attended Bible school every summer.
When I was 5 years old, I was at Bible school at our Church. At the end of every day our teachers had us bow our heads and close our eyes to pray. On this particular day our teacher said if anyone wanted to accept Jesus as their Savior to raise their hand. I knew then that this is what I wanted, so I raised my hand. The teacher came and prayed with me. Then she said I should tell someone what I did. When I got home I told my mom, she was happy, but being on a farm and a big family, she was also very busy. Continue reading
Back about the year 2000, I had gotten into witch craft. I used nothing but the white for love spells. Over the years I delve deeper into it calling upon what we call a high priestess to do my dirty work. I kept saying I was going to get out of it and go back to church. Continue reading
Playing to Please Others
Sports have played a significant role in my life for as long as I can remember. My parents introduced me, starting at a young age, to nearly every sport out there. I tried a lot of them, liked a few of them, and loved one of them. My passion was volleyball. I began playing competitively in the fourth grade, and continued throughout my high school years. It wasn’t until my senior year that the thought of college volleyball ever crossed my mind. However, I wasn’t sure if that was what I really wanted. I loved the sport, but I had a lot of doubts and uncertainty of whether or not I wanted to pursue my volleyball career at the next level. Yet, despite these emotions, I decided to give it a try. Continue reading
Do you ever remember feeling this deep, dark hole in your heart that just can’t be filled, no matter how much you try?
My story began when I was a Junior in High School. I was the typical High Schooler. I played all the sports, hung out with the “cool” kids and even dabbled in some drinking. But it was when I was at my low point in life that I turned my life to God. Continue reading