Welcome to the bayou

New Orleans has culture like no other city I’ve ever visited. The city, people and general atmosphere leaves visitors gaping, eager to soak up as much of the culture as possible. I’m not even sure you could see everything in the city if you lived there. I imagine there could be countless adventures to be had as well as an inumerablen amount of mysteries to uncover. Continue reading

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My own version of “Eat, Pray, Love”

“I believe in a magnificent God.”

Out of the whole book, those six words are what impacted me the most in Elizabeth Gilbert’s best seller Eat, Pray, Love. Now granted, I actually haven’t finished the entire book, so I guess I should rephrase that to say that it had the most profound impact on me so far.

I was born and raised a Roman Catholic, but somewhere along the way, I lost my desire to attend Mass. Perhaps it was the fact that I attended Catholic Schooling, or maybe it was because my parents don’t practice. If I had the patience, I could come up with 1000 reasons. But that’s not why I’m writing this. I know that every type of organized religion has its flaws, but at the end of the day, what really matters is becoming closer to God.

When I started dating M a few years ago, it took me a few months before I agreed to go to church with him–his family is non-denominational and although I wasn’t a practicing Catholic, it was hard for me to think of myself worshipping God anywhere else. When I attended services with his family, I always left feeling better, but during the service, even now, I feel so moved that I almost break down and cry because I’m realizing that there really was something missing in my life.

His family just recently started attending services at Pittsburgh East Community Church, and in November, I went with them for the first time. It was like a rock concert. I’m used to the simple organ music. Even the music at M’s other church wasn’t this intense. But this band, this music, it really speaks volumes and it’s very moving for me.  All this time, I’ve felt like I was a terrible person for not attending Roman Catholic Mass regularly, but now I see that it really doesn’t matter where you go as long as your there for God. I actually look forward to attending services with his family.

I’m not sure where I’ll be going from here, but I’m sure it will be an exciting journey. One thing’s for sure—I’m very blessed and have a lot to be thankful for this Christmas. ❤