Living for God..

I was baptized a Catholic when I was little. I have gone to a Catholic school since I was 3. In ninth grade I decided to go on March for Life with my school. It was about a 20 hour bus ride through the night. The first night there we had praise and worship with about 150 teens from my area. I don’t know exactly what had happened that I just wanted to burst out in tears. I held every last one back though until the very end when I went up to talk to one of the youth directors on the trip. He had his conversion when he was a senior in high school. So, I knew he was the right person to talk to. As soon as he looked at me I cried…not just little tears, but I let every tear pour out of me. He sat me down in the lobby of the hotel just so we could talk about anything and everything. We had a long conversation, probably a couple hours. He told me,”Kaitlin, He is talking to you. He wants you to know He is there. He needs servants who are willing to do anything for Him. And Kaitlin…I know He is right by choosing someone like you to serve Him.” We continued to talk for a while until I had finally run out of tears. Right before I left he said, “Kaitlin, I would like you to write about what you felt in praise and worship tonight.” I went back up to my room, sat down with pen and paper, and wrote exactly what I felt. The days there passed quickly. Each day passed with me growing more and more spiritually. When we got on the bus to return home, the youth director I talked with asked for volunteers to come up to the front and talk about their experience at March for Life. Several went to the front and talked and they almost immediately got applauded when they finished. Just when everybody thought he was down calling out for volunteers, he called my name… I did not know what to do besides just walk to the front with the paper I wrote the first night. I stood still and read just like I was talking to a best friend. When I finished reading the paper I wrote, it was so quiet I could hear a pin drop. I was nervous to look up from the paper. I finally got enough nerve to look up. When I did…I noticed there was not a single dry eye. I slowly walked back to my seat on the bus. The same youth director said, “Wow, thank you for sharing that. It was defiantly not what me or anybody else expected.” The whole bus roared in applause. I did not know exactly what it meant to be Catholic until that moment. Now I embrace every bit of being Catholic. (This is what I wrote: You know how you get that feeling that you are so happy and it seems like nothing could go wrong? It is like you have this safety blanket on. And all you wonder is, Why? Why am I this happy? What is this safety blanket? Well it is different for everybody; why it happens to them and when it happens to them. Other times the feeling is stronger than others, but the strongest it is ever going to be is when you are consumed by His grace, when He reveals Himself. The feeling is overwhelming. You don’t know how to react: cry, laugh, yell. But you feel safer than ever before. It is the warmest, safest blanket wrapped around you by the person you love the most. Who should you love more than God? He loves you enough to know every little detail about you. He is wonderful. So don’t you want to know as much about Him as possible since you’re supposed to love Him so much? To love him is to read, understand, and speak the word. To be consumed by His grace is God revealing Himself in ways unexplainable. It is a miraculous thing. To be revealed to is to listen, understand, and to be His word. Then in that moment when you want to be His word, it is more than just overwhelming. It is purely amazing.)