Googling yourself

[Ponine]

Well, when I google my birth name, which means no hyphen, I get many results, but all spelled wrong, so after three pages I give up.


When I google the name I use, with the hyphen, the first two pages are all me.
Except one.

People will travel from as far as 60 miles. People like ** and *me*, who will emerge from the program feeling spiritually renewed. People like a woman named Bonnie who had an abortion 30 years ago and who will cry with joy listening to the testimonies as she finally realizes Jesus loves her and forgives her. People like Marlys Keenan, a local newspaper reporter who has nine stories due the following evening. But still, she'll come.

Why?

Because about three years ago, Marlys was, in her own words, "starving to death, spiritually." Then, she started reading the Diary of St. Faustina, written in the 1930s by a Polish nun who received extraordinary revelations from Jesus Christ.

Many of the 100 people who will come for the day-long program, called a "Day of Reflection," picked up the Diary at one point in their lives and could not put it down. For hearts that are broken, for lives that seem in ruins, for souls who yearn to know God and who seek closeness with Him, the Diary tends to have that effect.

But I have no real idea what thats about.