Confessions of this Gal's Sinful Heart

I clung to my mother most of my young life and this day was no different. I didn’t want her to leave me and I certainly didn’t want to be there, but my religious education had to begin so she left me in the not-so capable hands of Sister Mary Elizabeth at Our Lady of Angels to begin my weekly CCD classes. Lessons aimed at teaching us about Jesus’ sacrifice and preparing our young hearts and minds to become the brides and grooms of Christ in First Holy Communion. Growing up Catholic I knew who Jesus was. He was the guy hanging from the crucifix on the altar of the church. He was the man I was told that I had killed because of my sins. He was the man I was to fear because if I didn’t believe in Him I would go to Hell. Back then the Catholic Church was different than today. This was the 70’s; nuns were still smacking kid’s knuckles for saying bad words or not memorizing a prayer. A few weeks into my “lessons” a terrible thing happened. A school book from the desk I sat at had gone ...

Before I post my next confession let me just say: I'm back baby!  I've have taken a tiny sabbatical from blogging for the last month, one, because I have been preparing for my speaking engagement at the Women's Ministry event last Saturday, and two,  because the Lord has been working on me in some areas of my life.  In fact because of some of my confessions God has sought fit to "deal" with me. : )  It's all good and I am making progress but there's been quite a bit of growing pains along the way.  For example, in previous posts I've confessed that:, I want to get away, and God's forced me to face some huge issues in my life that I've been avoiding.  I've also confessed that I don't do confrontations, and in this short month I've been faced with three of the largest confrontational experiences of my life!  Additionally I've confessed that I need to clean up this mess and get myself well.  Consequently, God has reve...