Some where down life's road I stopped going to church. It was after my divorce. I didn't pray much anymore. I became an outsider to the church.
I held my faith deep inside but knew I was lost. Then at 62 years of age, I made the journey to Medjugorje with my dear second husband of 14 years. I cried, I prayed, I went to confession, I climbed Apparition Hill. I wanted desperately for God to forgive me.
Since I returned home five months ago, I say the rosary every night and the 7-7-7 prayers for those in Purgatory. Today I did my first fast. It's very doable. The BIG thing that is missing is not being able to receive communion. I tried going to church several times, but it hurts too much to see others receiving Christ and I can't.
Medjugorje has brought me home to the faith I love so dearly, but the front door is not completely opened yet. All I need is communion to make me whole again. Praised Be Jesus Christ and Mary, all the Angels and the Saints.