Undescribable

How do I explain to you the joy that my heart felt last night watching my sons kneel in front of the congregation to be prayed over? How do I explain the tears that ran as each stepped into the baptismal font; Roo looking more grown up with each step, Boo so tiny if he hadn’t stood on the last step we would have only seen his eyes? What words are there to describe the young men who appeared a short time later in suits to be anointed with the Chrism, white stoles around their necks, hair still damp? How can I share the wonder of my husband joining us at their First Communion?

There are not enough words. There are no “right” words.

Almost thirteen years ago my husband & I packed up everything we owned and ran away. Almost thirteen years ago I left the Catholic Church for the second time. I don’t feel like I “left” God, but I certainly feel like I stepped out of his perfect will.

Eight years after we left we were brought back within ten miles of where we started. In fact, my husband came back to work across the street from the house where we had lived before our flight.

This year my family returned to the Catholic Church. Our boys chose to be fully received at Easter Vigil. My husband returned to worship with us.

Our Church family provided us with an inspiring, amazing and memorable night; filled with sights and sounds and scents. The boys felt the water and the chrism, they tasted and saw the goodness of the LORD.

To God be the Glory.

~ by throughadarkglass on March 23, 2008.