I marvel. As tired as I am of some of this, so much of it is good. And it’s about time to recall some of that goodness.
To define the term: Providence
I mean this word mostly in the sense that God knew what was going to happen to me and JP, and looking back I can see His hand guiding me to where I am today.
First of all… I was baptized Catholic. Boom. Somehow, my parents, who were not devoutly practicing the faith by any stretch of the imagination at the time, had me baptized in a Catholic church as an infant. Providence.
JP and I had a Catholic, sacramental marriage. I didn’t even understand what a sacrament was at the time. I didn’t want to become Catholic. I had gone through RCIA during our engagement and none of it made any sense to me. And yet, somehow, by the grace of God, we got married in the Catholic church. Providence.
I also honestly believe 2 things. First, if JP had understood more the depths of his faith when we God married, and had been able to stand up to the arguments against Catholicism I originally had, it is possible that I would not have married him. But by marrying him, I was exposed to an entire troop of people (JP’s family) who were not only Catholic, but strong Christians who love Jesus. Also, JP was struggling mentally when he was younger with a tendency towards obsessive thoughts. This caused him to have an unhealthy view of his faith as a young adult, and he spent much of his time guilt-ridden. The period of time where he left the faith was when he received help in developing healthier thinking habits. Now, with a better way of looking at things, he is able to return to the faith and use what is meant for good, actually for good. Providence.
God knew what he and we needed, and allowed us on the journey we have been on, knowing it would lead us back to the Church he founded.
I am so thankful!