Well, I was received into the church on Easter of 2006. I never thought I would see the day. Being raised VERY Mormon, I grew up being taught and believing that the Catholic church was the "great and abominable" church. Rude. I know. But true. In 2002 I started rethinking my Mormon faith. I was growing distant from my church and my faith. I believed in God, but the story of Joseph Smith and temple workings were just too much for me to buy into anymore.
I met and married my husband. For a year he kept saying I want to go to Mass, I want to join the Catholic church. Bear in mind, that he was raised more Mormon than I was. But he had been exposed to a very nice Catholic priest a few years prior. It stuck with him.
One day in 2005 he picked me up from work and said we're going to the 5:15pm mass at the Cathedral. I thought...NO! But I went. I wish I could say I felt God there. I wish I could say it was the most amazing experience ever. I wish it would've been the point in my life where I "knew" this is where I was meant to be. I know my husband did. I felt akward and awful. I felt like a traitor and that I was in the devils house. I know DRAMATIC, but that's all I felt. I realize now it was fear and the devil himself.
My husband decided to enroll in RCIA in the fall of 2005. I was hesitant to say the least. I was not interested in being Mormon, mind you, but I sure wasn't interested in being Catholic either. Bubba was SOO excited to get the ball rolling on entering the church. I was just mad I was going to miss Grey's Anatomy. I had decided that since he was going, I was going to go to. I had to go see "what this is all about?" I remember saying, "if you're going to be Catholic I might as well know what my husband is going to be believing in."
Well, we went and it was amazing. I learned soo much. My husband said I was more into it than he was. He was amazed at how I was compltely in awe. We met some really great people in our class. I loved the Catholic faith. I loved that it was completely different than what I thought. It was amazing. I don't remember an AHA moment of "the" moment of when I decided this was it, but I knew within a month that this was want I wanted. I wanted to be Catholic. Holy crow!
I cannot remember all the details of the baptism. I will have to get my husband to refresh me. But I AM CATHOLIC and still amazed at how it unfolded.