12 years ago today, was the day I returned to the Catholic Church and never left again. Divine Mercy Sunday.

You see, the Sunday before, on Easter Sunday, after my girls seen that the bunny came, I went into the yard, and began to water the grass. As I smoked a cigarette watering the grass, cars began to enter into the parking lot behind our home, into the Protestant church. I laughed as I thought, what do they even do for Easter? They are not even Catholic! BOOM In that very second of mocking somebody else for doing something, I heard OUR LORD in my heart ask ME: “Where are YOU? WHAT are YOU doing?” Hearing that, KNOWING it was our Lord, rattled every bone in my body. It is only now, that I have come to understand thoes words, are in fact, what He said to Adam and Eve, after they were disobedient. As they hid from Him. The words gnawed at me for a week, and by that Holy Friday, I could not get to Mass quick enough. It was Divine Mercy Sunday, a day I never heard of before because although I was Catholic, I was LUKEWARM for my entire life. Not knowing the faith and not knowing our Lord. Only knowing OF the faith, and our Lord through other people who didn’t know it or Him, either. Seek, ask, and knock folks. Before you assume to know it, when you know nothing but assumptions. I pray more souls like I was, come to hear His voice, and do not harden their hearts. Blessed Divine Mercy Sunday.

JESUS, I TRUST IN YOU