I must’ve been a mind-numb robot.
I was twelve when I wondered into a Catholic church, one Sunday afternoon during Exposition of the Blessed Sacrament.
I saw a man in gold vestments, swinging a gold smoking object while pointing it at a gold monstrance which had a White Object in it, saw the smoke, smelled the incense, heard the bells while everyone was quiet. Looked at the many statues and, somehow I knew that this was for me. I shall always remember that scene.
That was a lifetime ago, and I never looked back.
How wonderful for you, the Lord works in mysterious ways.
I was in Catholic churches fairly often because I live in a small town and went to weddings and funerals and I never even saw any of that stuff, I was probably so into myself I couldn’t see them.
I was around 38 when I seriously started asking questions and making my lazy Catholic friends answer them even if they had to go to the priest. I was 46 when I was confirmed, so the journey was long but wonderful.
May God bless you for that leap of faith. Children see some things so clearly. God bless you for seeing the essence. As in Christ’s day, you knew His face in an instant.