How merciful God is when it comes to second chances.
Two and a half years ago, I was blessed with a second chance. At the time I divorced, my faith sustained me, although I can’t say I didn’t have my doubts. I knew my vocation was for family life, but I was suddenly without a family. But six months or so after my divorce was finalized, I “met” a man who has changed my life.
I remember that I trusted God completely with the direction of my life. A few days after my divorce, I happened to be visiting my hometown and going out to a movie with a girlfriend and her boyfriend when coincidentally (rather), their friend decided to join us: I—. I— and I went to the same high school but never were in the same clique, although we were acquainted with each other in name only.
After this movie night, I— and I became friends. Six months later we began to date. I lived in Austin, he lived in Houston and we found time to see each other on weekends and holidays. In the spring of 2011, I found a new career in Houston, allowing me to relocate back home and we’ve been rather inseparable since.
It’s amazing how God works. In my marriage, love was neglected. My goals and the goals of my ex grew farther apart. We were selfish, I suppose, as to each other’s emotional needs. We had no life between us. Yet, now, I can’t think of who I am and what I want to be without I—’s needs first. We hardly argue and when we do, it’s usually over something silly. He encourages my goals and I support his. Furthermore, I was childless and I— has a son from his prior marriage. We knew we wanted a life together. . . and since, for me, that involves the Roman Catholic Church, we had to wait for his annulment to come through, which finally came through this past summer (2012).
I feared when I— and I began to date that I might lose faith as had happened in previous relationships. But in reality, my faith is stronger. I— never stands between me and my faith. I’m pursuing my theological master’s degree. I am involved at my church. All that seemed missing was marriage.
But since I— finally proposed on Christmas day, I sense God at work once again (although, not as if he ever stopped). As much as I love to write, I can’t quite put into words the gratitude to God that I have for this second chance. And I can’t quite characterize the way I— loves me, but it is perhaps sufficient to say that my soul feels at home and my heart feels safe. His happiness is mine.
I’ve never been more comfortable in my own flesh.