He wanted to use me to do great things. My womanhood (or what I thought it meant then) for his glory.

You had “earned” it after all - that holy hedonism. Heaven would feel something like this, I had thought.

I could not sleep the night before I met a Catholic priest for the first time.

For me, it was in the moments when my body was bleeding out the remains of someone I loved dearly who I never got to meet. It was in a TV show about aliens, faith, and doubt. It was in the gravestone of Alex – it was in all of these odd, strange places that I found God’s grace.