Behind The Blog: My Faith Journey

Welcome! 

My name is Marissa. This is the story of how I came back home.

I was raised Catholic, but like many people, I drifted. I didn't turn away from the Church on purpose, I just got caught up in life and slowly let my faith fall to the side.

My mom never stopped praying for me. She would gently remind me to go to Church, to trust God, to open my heart, and just as often, I would brush it aside. But she never gave up.

Then came a moment when I was broken and everything in my life felt like it was falling apart. I didn't know where else to turn.

For the first time in a long while, I asked for help. 

I reached out to my mama. 

She didn't lecture me or say, "I told you so".  She told me to come home. She was there for me. She prayed for me and with me. 

But still, I didn't run back to the Church right away. It took time. Years, actually. 

It started during the pandemic.

I came across a Miraculous Medal I asked mama if it was from her, but apparently, it's not. "Cherish it" she told me, and I did. I started wearing it.

Around the same time, a friend inspired me to start saying the Rosary, and I began wearing the Brown Scapular. 

At first, I was just going through the motions. But little by little, something started to change. I met the right people to help grow my faith, I started attending Sunday Mass regularly and get excited about it.

That's when I began to truly understand what our faith is about: 
God's LOVE, His mercy, and the grace He offers to each of us - no matter how far we've wandered. 

And in that quiet space, I felt her - our Blessed Mother.  Not in a loud or dramatic way, but as a gentle presence, inviting me home.

That let me to do the Total Consecration. Through her, I was drawn back to Christ.

I returned to confession. I experienced what it meant to be forgiven. For the first time in a long time, I felt real peace.

My mother passed away in December 2022. She didn't get to see the full change in me that she had prayed for all those years. But I believe she knows. I believe she sees. And I believe that she is still praying for me, just like she always did.

Since coming back to the Church, my life has been centered on Christ through prayer, the sacraments, and Mary’s guidance. 

It hasn’t always been easy — but it has been full of grace. 

This site is part of that grace - a way to reach out to others who might me searching too.  

If you’ve wandered, if you're unsure, of if you just want to come home, know this: the door is always open. 

Grace is waiting.

If you’d like to share your story or ask for prayer, I would be honored to hear from you.
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