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I was brought up in a Protestant family. I went to Sunday school every so often, but didn't attend regularly until I began singing in the choir. Some years I went regularly; other years I didn't. Other than one grandmother, I probably went more than anyone else in the family.

My husband grew up in a Catholic family but fell away shortly before we started dating. He began attending my services at my church and singing in the choir, also.

After 30 years of service, our minister retired and the new one was very different. He was far more liberal in his theology and elsewhere. I began to question much of what I was hearing from the pulpit. After several discussions with the new minister, I began seeking answers from friends I trusted. One, who had some answers that actually made sense to me was a cousin of my husband who was studying to be a Deacon in the Catholic Church. I had many wonderful conversations with he and his wife. Many of the people here at FR know him as ThomasMore.

I'm a "black and white" person; there are very few gray areas in my life. When searching for answers, the Catholic Church provided strong ones. But even then, it was the Holy Spirit which, when I began to pay attention, took hold of my heart and filled it with a shining light that was so strong, it literally took my breath away - and still does!

The rest is history. My life, since my conversion, has been so much better. My husband and I had our marriage blessed in 2000. My children have all had their 1st Communions. I don't suffer from doubt and indicision as I used to. I don't fear death. I rejoice in the small things I see each day. I worry far less. There is peace in my life - even when day-to-day chaos is all around me in the form of my 3 wacky, wonderful children! Praise God!