Revert not a Convert

In a previous post I said I wasn't ready to give the real reason for creating this blog. There are so many thoughts going around in my mind and I want to say it all but not all at once. I don't want this to sound like rambling so I am going to do this in bits and pieces. Although I am a cradle Catholic, I am a Revert, those of you who have come home to Rome sweet Home will understand.
My daughter thinks/says "I'm glad you found something!!" as if I had lost something. I never lost my faith even though I stopped going to Church. I was just plain angry. Anger can cloud one's reason to a point where we can no longer Trust in anyone or anything. It took me close to 25 years to sort it all out, and while I was doing that, My God and Savior through the Holy Spirit was guiding me, even when I didn't know it. He protected me from physical harm but allowed my spirit to suffer. Out of the suffering came wisdom, a teaspoon at a time. You see I am a stubborn, stiff necked person and my understanding came through to me slowly. This was a "good thing" as I dealt with each old situation [its called baggage] and the mistakes [they are called sins] I made in doing so, my Savior kept knocking at the door of my heart telling me through the closed door how much He loved me and wanted me to give it all over to Him. My only regret is that it took me so long to discern His voice from the all the noise around me.
+Pax et bonum for now