Congratulations OP! The fire has always been lit inside of you, go forth! As you asked, this is my story:
I was born into a Catholic family, attended Catholic school for a time, and during my upbringing my parents had a direct involvement in our local church. My father also had us become alter servers, first my sisters at our Catholic school, and then me alone when we went to the new church outside of school (& my sisters aged out).
Once I could no longer attend Catholic school, they taught CCD (Catholic school basically), my father performed the readings at mass & was in/helped run a men's prayer group.
Anyways, my revelation is as followed: my father had always directed us in prayer, basically was (to me) the ideal head of our "little church" at home. He made me become an alter server, which I was reluctant to do and honestly did not like at first because I was very shy. I would try and weasel my way out of it, but both of my parents were strong. They taught me discipline and I no longer fought against going and performing my duties (in my mind).
Until one day. It was around Easter. A beautiful spring day you can imagine. An early mass, about 8 or 9am. My parish had the typical layout, but with the addition of an upper section at the back of the church facing the alter that was lofted, this contained an organ. So being an alter server is usually a task compromised of three individuals (I've seen more in some churches), but one day I was the only one that showed up! I was extremely nervous, and had to perform all of the duties the three of us would normally do. Being that it was around Easter, the church was packed. I put on my robes and lifted the cross for the beginning of mass. The Priest said to me (knowing I was new) "Ah the only one today, don't worry. You will be fine"
The mass proceeded and I performed my duties the best I could, no mishaps.
As the mass ended I took my place at the lead of the line, with the deacon and priest behind me to walk out.
The sun burst through the stain glassed windows at the back of the church, the doors were opened and I felt the sun on my face, the fresh cool air and the smell of spring. The organ began it's final song of the service.
It was then that I truly felt God's presence wash over me as I walked out past my family and the public. I couldn't help but smile as I listened to the music. I lifted the cross high as I went down the isle and out the large double doors of the church.
God revealed himself to me that day more than I can explain in text. The grace I received has never left my side.
Sorry for the long writeup, but I felt that this story may help you in the beginnings of your walk with God. Know that he has been with you long before you felt this revelation, and now that you have had it never look back! Be emboldened in your faith and go forth! A warm welcome home brother!