I spent many years in Diaspora before coming home to the Church. In those years adrift, a single phrase from Mass remained in my head (and in my heart), and ultimately led me home.
"Lord, I am not worthy to receive you, but only say the word and I shall be healed."
It was that promise of healing that drew me back. Even alone in the wilderness, I knew that He had that power.
For a long time, I focused on the not worthy part. I understood that I was imperfect, and as such not able to fully be with Him. I wept in sorrow and repentence. But recently, it's the promise of healing that draws me. It's that promise that fills me with hope, not only for myself, but for my small, hurting family.
God may not heal my child, but He can help heal my heart.
Glory be to God.