I, the girl with a reputation for being a model Catholic, had been struggling with masturbation and pornography for years.
When I run far away like the prodigal son, my Heavenly Father waits for me patiently and welcomes me home with open arms.
In the presence of God is the only place I want to be while I’m a recovering sinner addicted to my own ideology.
And my faith and how I was living my life changed tremendously. This is because I have friends that pray with and for me.
It then allowed me to see guys for who they really were, and if they didn’t treat me with respect, I didn’t crave that attention or affirmation from them… I just moved on.
Every Catholic that has ever lived — today or thousands of years ago, here or across the globe — is connected to us.
I was by far the smallest, least talented player on the team but that didn’t stop me from loving every minute of it.
A few months ago two people came in a health clinic in San Bernardino and shot and killed 14 people; one of those lives that were taken was my cousin.
I was making some serious growth in overcoming this sin, and Jesus showed me nothing but a welcoming embrace each time I ran to His loving arms when falling, no matter how guilty and ashamed I felt.
