Faithful Friday's

         What I am going to try to do on Friday's is write about my journey as a former Southern Baptist to a practicing Roman Catholic. I want to revisit the process myself and perhaps if at all possible, clear up the muddy waters and misconceptions about the Mary worshipers ah hem. It certainly wasn't an overnight ordeal friends believe me and I am still learning more all the time.

Part 1: WHY???

           My relationship with God was flourishing and I was often doing this Bible study or reading that spiritual book and didn't think there was anything I wanted to change about the way I did things. The way I saw the world was right because of course what my mama and daddy handed down to me was simply the truth and there was really no point in questioning that. The plan was to go to graduate school for speech pathology, a field I chose by the way almost solely based on the fact that my dad had met someone who practiced speech pathology and made $60/hr and it was "practical darling, a degree you can use" my father suggested. I tossed the plans I originally had to become an English major after I was told there was one on every corner, mostly jobless sitting around telling each other stories.
        I needed a little adventure before I had to give up my life for studying what to do with a kid that stutters and a grown up who can't remember the names of anything. I decided my adventure would be to become a river guide on the Ocoee river and conquer my fear of water. For some reason I thought this was a good  idea even though I can barely doggie paddle and only on rare occasions went to my friend Valerie's swimming parties when I was younger. That summer I met Damien, an Australian hardwood flooring guy, with a son, living on a mountain in a trailer, and of all things- Catholic. Let me just say that with all the pride I had in my little heart at the time, this guy wasn't even on the radar he had so many strikes against him. I mean I was planning to marry a doctor and travel all over the world as medical missionaries. Then one day as a joke I told him I was babysitting and he laughed and said so was he, though I thought to myself, I don't think it's babysitting if YOU'RE the parent. I then made another joke about getting together for a babysitting party, laughed and walked away. Then he SHOWED UP.........................