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Christ showed me the journey we had made together, and - in the distance - the battles I had fought for Him.

God made me see each individual soul, each heart suffering alone. Each one is created, known and loved by God.

Through layer after layer, Christ steered me beyond all images towards God's dark universe within the soul.

Christ taught me to open the "door" of the soul, in prayer, and to let His light shine within.

Christ taught me to meet Him in the most secret place of my heart and soul.

I remember bearing misunderstandings, wanting to love God and my neighbour.

I remember being outwardly carefree, but I was inwardly pierced by a shame so intense I could hardly go on, sometimes nearly groaning out loud.

After pacing up and down, I accepted the grace to make Confession.

I remember needing courage, and the will to choose what was right

I remember steeling my will, and feeding on Christ for survival, in order to do my daily duties.

I remember seeing more clearly the extent of my sinfulness and of God's tremendous holiness.

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

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.