Then I Saw Her

The pastor I had met a couple months ago was sitting across the table from me reading from a book by a Doctor of the Church or Saint or from scripture. I can’t remember which. We had been doing this twice a week for four to five hours a night since he crossed my path as an answer to my prayer yelled to the ceiling at God to show me the truth! I even tried to get rid of God by that time in my life but I couldn’t shake Him. Hadn’t been to Church in 25 years and never intended to again. I knew better….until I finally hit bottom. I had been raised a Catholic by my parents but I jettisoned that when I hit the service and basically never looked back. I knew by this time in my life that I would never go back to that church but here I was discussing God the Trinity with a Catholic priest every spare moment he and I had. No room here for details but it was a more than obvious answer to a prayer yelled out to God in frustration that even I ,in my stubborness, could not fight . We took turns reading and discussing various books, but today was special. It was Easter 1992 about ten pm or so. He was reading . I can’t remember what. I wasn’t paying attention. I was busy praying a Hail Mary that he had taught me again, for certain people. I was worried for them and couldn’t keep my mind on the task at hand even though it was enjoyable enough. ………..Then I saw her. I didn’t believe I saw her. But there she was.... continued in parts 2 and 3.