I wish He would impress me with His power, but instead He seems determined to get me to understand the depth of His love for me, and His gentleness. I hope that the lack of drama in my story does not bore you. I would love to talk about lightning bolts and thunder from heaven and lots of miracles, but that is someone else's story. Mine is a story of a God who continues to reveal Himself very slowly and patiently to me without any fanfare whatsoever. Childhood I was baptized into the Catholic Church as an infant.
Many people have a problem accepting infant baptism as valid.
I do not. For me it was very natural to accept my Christianity. I didn't understand very much at first, I was too young, and the Mass was in Latin anyway. Later I learned about sin and what it was that God saved me from. In my childish theology, I pictured my immortal soul as a white robe like the angels wear, and sins were spots of mud on that garment.