About 10 years ago, Our Lord told me to tell my story. I flatly said: No. A couple of years later, a very dear priest friend of mine was also interested in my story and asked me to write a short biography of my experiences and eventual salvation through Jesus. I wrote something down. I did it half-heartedly, and therefore the entire effort was filled with omissions, vagaries, and self-serving embellishments. I tried to make myself out to be the hero: someone who was often subject to situations out of their control, victimized, and eventually triumphant over adversity. But, God kept asking me to tell my story. I ignored him, and went on with my life. As the years moved on; my relationship with Jesus became more and more distant. I kept up my prayer life, but it was all mechanical. I felt almost nothing. St. Teresa of Avila called this “aridity.” The deep consolations of the years after my conversion were gone. And still I refused God what He wanted. One day, I broke down and posted a very short article about some of my experiences in college; on a blog I had set-up for my business. Immediately, people I didn’t even know began to write. They needed help and prayers. They thanked me for my honestly. I wrote more. From somewhere, I was given the strength. At the same time, the overwhelming presence of God returned. I was speaking to Jesus all the time. For once, I was doing His will. It felt good. Arrows rained down on me, but Jesus was at my side. I have never been so content. Thank you Lord, for staying by me. I am stubborn, but God is patient.