I went to confession yesterday, and it really want's that bad. I found that I wasn't all that nervous,, but it was more like a feeling of intense anticipation that I really can't describe. I went during regular hours, and made the offer to everyone that came in after me to get in front of me, since it was my first time and I might take a while. One nice lady in her 60s said to take my time - she had converted when she was 19, and remembered the anxiety she had over her first confession, and that she'd be praying for me.
Saturday, March 27, 2010
Today comes a moment I've been simultaneously looking forward and dreading. I'm making my first confession this morning. Being a convert, I have to confess all my mortal sins going back to the age of reason (around 7 or 8). I just turned 31 yesterday, and have been a heathen the vast majority of my life. Soooo, that's a lot of sin to confess.