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