Monday, November 10, 2014

One Year

Today marks the one year anniversary that I went with my husband to the Orthodox Church. The church I said I was never going to go to. The church that has changed me (and continues to change me) from the inside out. The church that has given me a peace unexplained. The church that has since become my home.

Pascha 2014 embroidery project
My pride is what kept me from going for so long. My assurance that I was right and the church must be wrong. Well, pride goeth before the fall they say and I fell hard. And what a beautiful fall it was - right into the arms of the church.

"I shall give you a new heart and put a new spirit within you, I shall take the heart of stone from your flesh and give you a heart of flesh." - Ezekiel 36:26

1 comment:

  1. So wonderful...for someone like me whose parents were converts, I'll never know that feeling of finding a church on my own, but am satisfied in knowing that I was given a gift of being brought up in the True Church. Still, I had to come to a moment where I felt like I converted and that happened in 1994 for me, when we drove all the way out west from Ohio to California for the glorification of St. John Maximovitch.