God's work

So my four year wedding anniversary was this past weekend, Sunday, June 14. Yes, I was married on Flag Day. Anyhow, so four years ago yesterday, me and Ronnie got married on the beach in Ocho Rios, Jamaica. So much has happened in four years, it feels like it was a lifetime ago.

I frequently joke about marriage, telling me unmarried friends "never get married!" but I love my husband to death and would marry him all over if I had it to do over. However, I don't think I would have bothered with the wedding reception.... My parents didn't really dig the destination wedding, and even offered to give us money instead. Four years later, I think I would still go to Jamaica, though. You only get married once (at least I plan on only once), and you should do it the way you want.

Obviously, I have blogged about our financial disability of recent. Ronnie wanted to go out to eat yesterday. Around six or seven, we were having a conversation about it. I didn't want to spend what little money we have (for gas and groceries and so forth) on eating out, so I was trying to convince him that we can choose another day to celebrate this year. He didn't really buy that idea, and the conversation ended without a conclusive plan either way.

Not even ten minutes later, my mom called. This was unexpected as I knew she had gone to the Sunday evening Mass, so I was not expecting her to call. So, she calls, and tells me that she wants to take me and Ronnie out to dinner for our wedding anniversary. I was floored. Seriously, if that is not God's hand in our lives, I don't know what is. So, we debated where to go before decided on the Swinging Door, where we had a delightful, delicious dinner with my mom and her boyfriend.

I think I have blogged here about being worried about Ronnie telling me he doesn't believe in God anymore. I talked to him about it, I think it was after my mom called, but before they got to our house. "Who do you think had a hand in that?" I asked him. "You." He responded. "No," I replied, "I thought about it, but mom had told me earlier that she was going to the Sunday evening Mass, and I couldn't remember whether it was 5:30 or 6:30. No, that was God's hand." He didn't respond, so I continued. "Why else would she have called so soon after we had that conversation?"

I don't know if it has affected him or his faith, but I certainly hope so. God works in mysterious ways. I sincerely believe that our current issues are due to the lack of worship on our parts. I just don't really know how to change that, especially if Ronnie doesn't want to. It's awfully far to the Church I grew up in, but we don't have any roots in any churches closer. I've talked to him about a nearby non-denominational church that several friends as well as family members attend, but Ronnie wants a Catholic church. I need to find us a Catholic parish and remember their Mass times on Sunday.

I will do better in the future. In fact, I will look them up right now and print it out....