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I remember a sense of true joy flowing beneath each day's surface trials as a young wife and mother.

I remember being led to a 'precipice' within the soul, and being invited by God to launch into nothingness in prayer, into His life, unsupported by concepts, images or words

As a child, and not a Catholic, I remember someone allowing me to enter a chapel and see the tabernacle

At my Catholic confirmation, I took the name "Mary", in honour of the Mother of God

On the day of my reception into the Catholic Church, there was just the sudden knowledge of Mary's presence there; she was not a legend, but a flesh-and-blood person.

I remember asking a Catholic priest for help and advice. He took me into a side-room, and we sat at a long polished table. He asked what I had read, and if I prayed.

I remember Christ coming to me as a young adult: How blazing was His glory; how dark I saw my own soul to be. Even if Christ is unseen, unfelt, He comes to the soul who calls out for His help, in faith.

Christ showed me the stains of sin on the beautiful 'garment' which is my soul. This was a new conversion.

I remember Christ coming to me as a young adult: How blazing was His glory; how dark I saw my own soul to be. Even if Christ is unseen, unfelt, He comes to the soul who calls out for His help, in faith.

I remember being young and experiencing a sudden 'teaching', which told me that we are strangers on this earth.

As a non-Catholic child in a Catholic school, I used to look at the figure on the Cross, wondering who He was, and why He was there.

The Assumption of the Blessed Virgin Mary, who was lifted up to Heaven by the Holy Spirit

I remember the peace and order in my nursery class.

The Presentation in the Temple

The Risen Jesus

The Transfiguration

The miracle at Cana

In the sacrament of Confession, the priest ministers in the person of Christ, bringing His compassion and mercy to the penitent.

Jesus raises Lazarus to life

Jesus heals the blind man