Back in April, a little bit before Easter, I converted to the Catholic faith.
I do know a few things about the faith that not even my husband knows. But converting into the Catholic faith has shown me that it's not a lot like that.
I still hold my Baptist beliefs as well. You can take the girl out of the Baptist church, but you can't take the Baptist church out of the girl.
Catholics don't pray TO Mary. They go to her asking for intercession. Basically, they go to Mary and ask her to pray for them. It's like me asking all of you to pray on my behalf. To lift me up in prayer.
The church that my husband and I attend has made me feel 100% welcome there. Not to mention, I feel completely loved there.
This church is a small church. But a wonderful church all the same.
I haven't told my mom yet. I believe wholeheartedly that she will not understand. That she will try and say that I'm in the wrong for making a decision on my own (I'm 33, mind you). Even try and say that my husband FORCED me into becoming Catholic.
...Well did he??...
No he didn't. He told me that it was my choice and my choice alone. That he would support me in all of it.
Our priest is a very kind man. I enjoy him.
Also, my husband and I are planning on talking to our priest to get our marriage recognized by the Catholic church. We weren't married in the Catholic church almost 7 years ago.
