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mflaschner
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Any suggestions of prayers or books about accepting (not discerning) the vocation of marriage?
Background: I feel God calling me to the vocation of marriage. More than that, I’ve found the man I’m going to marry. He’s perfect for me. He encourages me and supports me. We communicate beautifully. We trade off the burden of being each other’s “rock” in times of hardship. He lets me help him through tough times, and he’s helping me learn to trust him to help me through mine. He sponsored me through RCIA and my budding faith has inspired him to reinvest himself in his own. He’s motivated, strong, patient and caring. I could go on, but it’s sickeningly sweet and it makes me nauseous thinking about it so I can’t imagine how others feel … I simply want to establish that I feel confident that this is the path God is leading me down.
In the past year, my life has changed drastically. I’ve completely turned myself around (becoming Catholic isn’t just RCIA – it requires a complete overhaul of one’s entire life! Who would’ve thought
). I am slowly learning to let go of my life, and surrender to God. I’m so very thrilled and happy with the direction “my” life is taking, and yet … the part of me that was independent and didn’t answer to anyone other than my own will is not entirely on board with this change of plans!
I used to dream of wearing an Ann Taylor suit, running out the door of my loft with my Samsonite briefcase in hand, grabbing an espresso from Starbuck’s on the corner before catching the train to meet Larry King (who is determined to work forever) for an interview to discuss my latest ground-breaking book on antimicrobial resistance or my travels to Africa and how I helped a tribe institute a drinking water system … Now my dreams consist of baggy sweat pants, diaper bags, minivans, and Sesame Street (there is still room in my new life for the espresso
). I know there’s much more to single life/working & married life/motherhood than this, but these are just anecdotal snapshots of the lives I’ve dreamt of experiencing.
The problem is, when I get stressed out, I think of my old life and part of me wants it back. It was so easy!. I didn’t have to concern anyone with my own business. I did what I wanted when I wanted to. Now, that’s not the case. I’m much happier with my life now, but try telling that to me when I’m having one of those moments. I feel like I’m being split down the middle. Half of my heart is independent and the other half wants to be a wife/mother. It’s like I’m tearing myself in half, but trying not to lose my identity in the process. Any advice?
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Background: I feel God calling me to the vocation of marriage. More than that, I’ve found the man I’m going to marry. He’s perfect for me. He encourages me and supports me. We communicate beautifully. We trade off the burden of being each other’s “rock” in times of hardship. He lets me help him through tough times, and he’s helping me learn to trust him to help me through mine. He sponsored me through RCIA and my budding faith has inspired him to reinvest himself in his own. He’s motivated, strong, patient and caring. I could go on, but it’s sickeningly sweet and it makes me nauseous thinking about it so I can’t imagine how others feel … I simply want to establish that I feel confident that this is the path God is leading me down.
In the past year, my life has changed drastically. I’ve completely turned myself around (becoming Catholic isn’t just RCIA – it requires a complete overhaul of one’s entire life! Who would’ve thought
I used to dream of wearing an Ann Taylor suit, running out the door of my loft with my Samsonite briefcase in hand, grabbing an espresso from Starbuck’s on the corner before catching the train to meet Larry King (who is determined to work forever) for an interview to discuss my latest ground-breaking book on antimicrobial resistance or my travels to Africa and how I helped a tribe institute a drinking water system … Now my dreams consist of baggy sweat pants, diaper bags, minivans, and Sesame Street (there is still room in my new life for the espresso
The problem is, when I get stressed out, I think of my old life and part of me wants it back. It was so easy!. I didn’t have to concern anyone with my own business. I did what I wanted when I wanted to. Now, that’s not the case. I’m much happier with my life now, but try telling that to me when I’m having one of those moments. I feel like I’m being split down the middle. Half of my heart is independent and the other half wants to be a wife/mother. It’s like I’m tearing myself in half, but trying not to lose my identity in the process. Any advice?
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