This was so incredibly meaningful to me around the time of my conversion - it was a sort of draw towards the Eucharist which only made sense later, after I returned to the sacraments. Before that I used to stop in churches - and look at the tabernacle. No one knew about it. Sometimes I sat there, all tricked out - shades, bracelets, long hair ... just looking at him ... looking at me. Just looking ... something was going on, but I didn't know what it was.