I was born and raised in a Catholic home. I was baptized, made my first communion, completed my confirmation and was a devout Catholic. My family attended our local church every Sunday and I was a Sunday school teacher to the elementary kids. Once I graduated from high school, my devotion started to dwindle. I wanted to be less and less involved in church activities and felt like it wasn’t where I wanted to be.
When I went away to college, I was not attending a church at all. I still felt like I was missing something. Throughout my entire college career, I had debated over trying new churches, even new religions, but never did.
Until I met my (now) husband and we had talked about marriage, I did not even think again about going to church. Matt and I were married in a non-denominational church in our home town. We attended sporadically and even less once we had children.
About a year after our youngest child was born, I was laid off from my job. I was very discouraged. My mother in law had started attending the local Salvation Army church and invited us to go one weekend. We felt at home; finally.
Six months later, I was offered a job at the corps as their Social Worker and it was then that I felt God leading me in the direction that he wanted for my life. Slowly, but surely, I noticed God was revealing his plan to me. My call became stronger the more involved I was at the corps. I know now that my life is in his hands and he knows the path that I am to take. Following is not always easy, but letting the Lord take command is the best thing I’ve done in my life thus far.