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Thank you for the warning! I will not be marrying until some things have changed… Praying for a full conversion, but we shall see! You are quite right, but I feel that no marriage is ever easy… And we manage to remain quite open and respectful, generally quite calm and kind, too, throughout all our disagreements, which seems to bode well for the future.
Maybe I am just being romantic, but after over seven months now of constant internal debate/discussion and prayer, I feel pretty strongly called to marriage, but to HIM, specifically. Before we began to date, I went through a bad semi-relationship and was generally pretty disgruntled and disillusioned… I had not only largely lost hope in finding someone suitable, but I was also seriously considering abandoning actively trying to find a man/relationship/future husband in favour of concentrating on my medical career. I figured I would fill me desire (need) for motherhood with medical missions helping children and maybe fostering or adopting children (if no suitable two-parent households were available, because I’d feel horrible not providing them with a father). I was emotional and going through a bad time and was definitely pretty unsatisfied. A certain best friend tried to assure me of my self-worth, but I was pretty low.
Then, early one winter morning, I kissed my said friend. Long story. I decided it was a mistake and that we shouldn’t date, that I was still resigned to being single, etc. That evening, as I went to Mass, I saw quite clearly… hard to explain… they aren’t visions, really… but I sometimes see/imagine things… almost like part of my (future) life passing before my eyes… like when I randomly “saw” a completely accurate vision of my goddaughter right before her parents told me they were pregnant… And that night, as I was standing up to go to Communion, I saw a baby… I had been practically avoiding children for months because I was so pained by my belief that I would never have one, but this time, I looked at the child and then “saw” my own family… with him as the husband/father. It was so beautiful. I returned to my pew openly weeping. I felt this wave of peace, contentment, and self-assurance that I had not experienced for months or years. I prayed very hard about it, but the answer, at least as far as I could gather, was always that this was it. I was definitely going against God’s will when I was trying to tell myself that I was destined for single life… I somehow just KNOW that I am meant to be a wife and mother… but I feel called to start a family with my boyfriend, specifically. I discerned for over a week before I agreed to date him, and I am still discerning, but I always get the same answer, even when I hit a low and am so frustrated about the sex debates that I am practically begging God to be “told” to leave. About a month before I left the country, because of mounting tensions and the intimidating departure, we agreed to separate, possibly temporarily. When presented with the opportunity to pursue any super-chaste Catholic man, I wanted none of them, just as I’d wanted none before the break up. I want a chaste Catholic husband, but I want my boyfriend to be that man, and I know he can be!
The improvements are numerous… He is now pro-life (previously ambivalent), prays more often, has a much healthier view of women and sex (as I said, baby steps), is working toward a better relationship with his parents, tries to swear less and generally strives to be holier, yearns for marriage and a family (as compared to empty, casual sex), no longer searches for porn… Those are just a few things. Heck, he not even now prays to Saint Benedict and constantly wears his medal, but he also sincerely believes that he miraculously saved his life during a bad situation in a fire! When I first met him, he was more immature, trying to brag about his few sexual encounters and looking for some sort of relationship. Having spent much time pursuing the wrong women, he apparently realised the value in having a chaste woman and, after months of contemplating his lifestyle and already starting to make changes, he asked me out, and here we are!
Again, I may be love-struck, but considering his improvements and the fact that I was initially uninterested - his virtues and loving devotion eventually logically won me over, and love/emotions followed - I am optimistic about our success. Yes, fantastic conversions do not always occur, but it is much easier to picture my sweet boyfriend - who sends me photos of cute animals, coos over baby shoes, fantasises about our future children, constantly assures me of my beauty and worth, encourages me in everything, declares to hundreds of taunting, judgmental firefighters and other buddies that he is waiting for marriage because
I am more than worth it and he is going to marry me someday, who prays to God every night and wears saints medals, who rushes into burning buildings to save strangers, who does all he possibly can to help me in less dramatic but no less important ways - converting and becoming a good Catholic husband than young Saint Augustine a bishop!!!
Thank you for your caution! I do take it seriously and continue to pray (particularly to Saint Rita, who can sympathise!) and discern. But I have hope!
Maybe I am just being romantic, but after over seven months now of constant internal debate/discussion and prayer, I feel pretty strongly called to marriage, but to HIM, specifically. Before we began to date, I went through a bad semi-relationship and was generally pretty disgruntled and disillusioned… I had not only largely lost hope in finding someone suitable, but I was also seriously considering abandoning actively trying to find a man/relationship/future husband in favour of concentrating on my medical career. I figured I would fill me desire (need) for motherhood with medical missions helping children and maybe fostering or adopting children (if no suitable two-parent households were available, because I’d feel horrible not providing them with a father). I was emotional and going through a bad time and was definitely pretty unsatisfied. A certain best friend tried to assure me of my self-worth, but I was pretty low.
Then, early one winter morning, I kissed my said friend. Long story. I decided it was a mistake and that we shouldn’t date, that I was still resigned to being single, etc. That evening, as I went to Mass, I saw quite clearly… hard to explain… they aren’t visions, really… but I sometimes see/imagine things… almost like part of my (future) life passing before my eyes… like when I randomly “saw” a completely accurate vision of my goddaughter right before her parents told me they were pregnant… And that night, as I was standing up to go to Communion, I saw a baby… I had been practically avoiding children for months because I was so pained by my belief that I would never have one, but this time, I looked at the child and then “saw” my own family… with him as the husband/father. It was so beautiful. I returned to my pew openly weeping. I felt this wave of peace, contentment, and self-assurance that I had not experienced for months or years. I prayed very hard about it, but the answer, at least as far as I could gather, was always that this was it. I was definitely going against God’s will when I was trying to tell myself that I was destined for single life… I somehow just KNOW that I am meant to be a wife and mother… but I feel called to start a family with my boyfriend, specifically. I discerned for over a week before I agreed to date him, and I am still discerning, but I always get the same answer, even when I hit a low and am so frustrated about the sex debates that I am practically begging God to be “told” to leave. About a month before I left the country, because of mounting tensions and the intimidating departure, we agreed to separate, possibly temporarily. When presented with the opportunity to pursue any super-chaste Catholic man, I wanted none of them, just as I’d wanted none before the break up. I want a chaste Catholic husband, but I want my boyfriend to be that man, and I know he can be!
The improvements are numerous… He is now pro-life (previously ambivalent), prays more often, has a much healthier view of women and sex (as I said, baby steps), is working toward a better relationship with his parents, tries to swear less and generally strives to be holier, yearns for marriage and a family (as compared to empty, casual sex), no longer searches for porn… Those are just a few things. Heck, he not even now prays to Saint Benedict and constantly wears his medal, but he also sincerely believes that he miraculously saved his life during a bad situation in a fire! When I first met him, he was more immature, trying to brag about his few sexual encounters and looking for some sort of relationship. Having spent much time pursuing the wrong women, he apparently realised the value in having a chaste woman and, after months of contemplating his lifestyle and already starting to make changes, he asked me out, and here we are!
Again, I may be love-struck, but considering his improvements and the fact that I was initially uninterested - his virtues and loving devotion eventually logically won me over, and love/emotions followed - I am optimistic about our success. Yes, fantastic conversions do not always occur, but it is much easier to picture my sweet boyfriend - who sends me photos of cute animals, coos over baby shoes, fantasises about our future children, constantly assures me of my beauty and worth, encourages me in everything, declares to hundreds of taunting, judgmental firefighters and other buddies that he is waiting for marriage because
I am more than worth it and he is going to marry me someday, who prays to God every night and wears saints medals, who rushes into burning buildings to save strangers, who does all he possibly can to help me in less dramatic but no less important ways - converting and becoming a good Catholic husband than young Saint Augustine a bishop!!!
Thank you for your caution! I do take it seriously and continue to pray (particularly to Saint Rita, who can sympathise!) and discern. But I have hope!