A Confession Testimony

I look at my Tumblr, and it’s sad to think how seldom I use it to share my faith.  I have 275 followers, so I certainly would have an audience, but I guess the truth is that I’m afraid that if I “Catholicize” my blog too much, I’ll lose followers.  That’s something I need to work on.

Anyway, I have found a few posts that I feel are worth sharing here.  This first one is about confession, one I wrote last year.  I used to seriously struggle with chastity, but I’ve never, ever told anyone about that, except for the priest and one friend who, at the time, was recovering from the same thing.  I guess it’s really hard for Catholic girls in particular to talk about those problems.  There’s this idea that only guys look at porn, that only guys have lustful thoughts, that only guys masturbate.  It’s not true.

I went to an all-girls Catholic high school after three years at a public middle school.  I had worn a purity ring since 7th grade, and I was proud of it.  In public school, people asked me about the little silver ring I always wore, engraved with “True love waits” and two tiny hearts.  I told them it meant that I was saving sex for marriage.  That’s what I thought it meant.  That was the extent of my knowledge of chastity, and at the time, simply saving sex for marriage seemed like a huge thing to me.  I didn’t care about modesty in dress, speech or behavior.  Freshman year was a huge change for me and my perception of what it means to be pure.

Anyway, that’s like the prologue to my freshman year conversion of heart, but I can talk about that another time.  This is the blog post I wanted to share:

So, I haven’t said anything about it, but I’d been carrying around this giant burden for a while now.  I hadn’t gone to Confession in months because I knew that if I did, I wouldn’t be able to make a complete confession, and I decided that it was better to hold off on confession altogether rather than go and not say everything.

Don’t get me wrong, I’ve witnessed firsthand the miracles, the graces, the joy that comes with Reconciliation.  Just after my 15th birthday, I made the hardest confession of my life, something that had been eating at me constantly for months.  I was really struggling, and I felt I couldn’t tell anyone about it.  I tried to reason with myself that the sin wasn’t that bad, that God would forgive me even if I didn’t try to do better, but I knew I was wrong.  I think that’s the hardest thing ever, accepting that you’re wrong, that Jesus is right, that no matter how you try to justify what you’re doing, you just can’t.  The choice is really, really hard: a) keep fighting an internal battle you’ll never win, or b) put down your damn pride, your need for self-gratification, and ask God for help.

That’s where Reconciliation comes in.  For months, I put it off, I pulled a St. Augustine: “Grant me chastity and continence, but not yet.”  Eventually, though, I just had to do it.  I went to Reconciliation, I was shaking and sweating, I confessed to God, through the priest, what I’d done, and I really, really begged Him for help.  I needed help.  I didn’t know what to do, how to stop, I was terrified of falling back into it.  That’s just it, though.  The difficulty, the total humility that comes with making a real, soul-emptying confession.  It’s powerful.  I went home that day, and I think I just cried.  For just over two years now, I’ve been entirely free of the burden I was carrying.  God’s helped to fight the temptations I thought would never end, and I feel free.

You guys, I ramble like crazy, but please, please, please, please understand the importance of Reconciliation.  If you’re struggling with your prayer life, with temptation, internal war, if you feel completely lost and don’t know what to do, go to Confession.

God bless! ❤

Katy

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4 thoughts on “A Confession Testimony

  1. Well said! It will be a struggle for each of us as long as we live. The key is not to never fail, but to always keep trying (I know from 58 years of battling). Satan loves it when we despair of our weaknesses. However, every time we ask for God’s help and achieve even just a “little” victory, we frustrate the Evil One. Of course, he’ll come back with more temptations, but we’ll maintain our hope by remembering that God is stronger than him. If we honestly give it our best, God will not abandon us! 🙂

  2. Dear Katy, thank you for your honesty and frankness. It’s a struggle for so many — it’s such an affliction even in the Church, both for girls and for guys. But Confession is so powerful. Jesus wants to meet us in the Sacrament of Confession no matter where we are, no matter what we’ve done, no matter what we feel — He is over loving Father, there to meet us in the road and come running and embrace us. Every priest I’ve ever confessed to has shown me that love, not condemned me or made me feel guilty. I imagine it must be extra difficult for a girl confessing to a man — but I am sure our dear priests of all people know that this struggle is rampant.

    This is pretty much by favorite song ever. And it captures what I feel in Confession better than anything. Rich Mullins wasn’t even Catholic — though it’s said that he was on his way in RCIA when he died — but he understood the heart of God in this “running back.” And I know it applies to all the “crying girls” just as much as to the “crying boys” “running back to His arms.”

    Do you know of Matt Fradd? He speaks especially on these matters from a true and loving and Catholic heart. And Jason and Crystallina Evert? These are great folks to follow.

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