I was raised Catholic. Went to church, Catholic schools- the whole nine yards. Somewhere along the way I lost it. Stopped going to mass, stopped all the business. I guess I just became not a fan of the Catholic Church as an instituion. But that is a whole other issue... Recently on Facebook- I've reconnected with my high school religion teacher. She is no ordinary person. I know that I can never quite explain her so I won't try to do her justice here- Let's just say she is an amazing person and quite possibly one of the best people I have ever known. When we were in high school and would attend Chapel in the morning before class, she would encourage us to pray for our husbands. Even though we may not have met them yet or didn't know who they were- we would pray for them every day. I always tell my husband now that I know that it worked because I found him and he is so great for me.
If it worked on my husband, why not my child? So for the first time in a long time- last night I prayed. I prayed for my child that I have not met yet.