Like waves breaking on rock, polishing and shaping by force, the Catholic faith sands and sculpts my being. The day my soul became Catholic was the day I found out that as a divorced and remarried woman I could not receive Communion. “Truth enlightens man's intelligence and shapes his freedom,” Saint Pope John Paul II wrote in Veritatis Splendor. This is how my conversion to Catholicism has been: the fullness of truth purifying and reorienting my thought and imagination—metanoia.
On January 28, I came into full communion with the Roman Catholic Church. And on Saturday January 30, 2016 my husband and I convalidated our marriage. But the road leading to January 28, 2016 was arduous; one filled with suffering, abnegation, an insatiable desire for the person of Christ, and healing. As a divorced and remarried woman, this path included journeying through the annulment process. It also included time living faithfully by Familiaris Consortio §84, which states that divorced and remarried Catholics must live with their spouse as brother and sister.
I am nothing but a lowly handmaid of the Lord, whispering fiat to his calling. And so what I am about to say comes from that posture.
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