We became Catholic 8 years ago. We made a lot of steps towards Catholicism that we didn’t realize were steps, but the big final push was looking for a Church that considered our miscarried and stillborn babies people.

Today we get to meet Becky’s daughter, Kate Huebner. As you’ll read, she and I actually share a very special connection.

Today, we get to meet Becky Huebner. ***
Last year while attending [my son] Christian’s ordination to the diaconate, something profound and beyond words happened. Heaven touched earth that week and it settled something in me. I had to be a part of this thing called the Church.

When I returned to school, I found myself drawn back to the stillness and consistency of the mass. I began to desire the Eucharist more and more. …
Elizabeth Gonzalez-Wong

[T]he secretary [pulling together our wedding paperwork] referred to me as the “wrong kind of Christian.” Needless to say, that turned me off entirely and we were married in my Presbyterian church. I still struggle with hearing Catholics use language like that… Even if you’re speaking the truth, the WAY you speak the truth might be the difference between someone hearing it or someone shutting down entirely. …
Caitlin Gavina

From my dear friend, Destiny Edwards: Trust that you will be learning about the Faith and its application in your life for the rest of your life. This is a lifelong commitment to growth. You will not wake up one day and understand, believe, and fully grasp all the Church teaches. But if you are open to the Holy Spirit being your teacher, you will not miss anything. “Dive right in, the water’s holy!”

From Anna Dunham: I had this feeling that my Anglican faith had set me on a strong path to Heaven, but it was as if I reached a point in my faith where there was a tree branch across the path. It was clear that I shouldn’t stop walking, but that I needed to climb over and take up the path on the other side.

From Jasmine Coles: There was a worship band playing, and one of the first songs played was Come As You Are by Crowder. I was moved to a mess of tears. As I stared at Jesus exposed on the altar, I could feel that my heart was exposed to Him. I found myself physically surrounded by a comforting warmth as He spoke to me: ‘This is my Son.”
I distinctly remember my prayer that night: “My Lord, I only want to be where you are. Please tell me. Is this your true Church? Is this where you are? Where I’m meant to be?” His answer was so clear: Yes.