Over the course if the next several weeks, I will be publishing my story, as wife, mother, sister and daughter. This is the evolution of how a little girl can change the course of her mother’s story, can change the course of her heart. If your new to this blog, please begin here.
Another answer to prayer…amazing…
My heart jumped for joy as I realized that we may have found a church home. They talked to me and answered my questions. Their kids included Jonathan in their game. They came up to Courtney and held her hand leaning in to introduce themselves. I could not have dreamt of a better welcome! To this day I don’t think they have any idea how profound that day was for me.
Life was good.
Will always love that smile… Jonathan 1999…
Jerry had also made a big decision. He begun taking RCIA (Rite of Christian Initiation) classes to come into the church. He surprised me one Sunday when they had posted the information in the bulletin about the classes. He simply said “It’s time.” and the next month started attending.
I asked him at one point along the way, why he wanted to come into the church now after being married for almost 11 years. Being the historian he is, he answered quite simply “This institution has withstood 2000 years of abuse by the world around it and NOT changed it’s base beliefs. That’s saying something. I really can’t put words to the rest. I just know it’s what I am called to do.” Jerry reminded me of my father quite often. No wasted words.
So at the Easter Vigil in 1999, with my entire extended family in attendance, Jerry came into the church. He chose the Confirmation name Thomas Aquinas. It had been my father’s confirmation name. My Dad was beaming the entire night and I had a hard time trying not to cry. Later back at the house my father handed him a small, very old book.
“My mother gave this to me on my confirmation. It’s Aquinas Summa Theologica. She signed it inside for me and now I have signed it to pass along to you.”
Jerry was very quiet and just shook his head in thanks. It was a powerful, sweet moment watching the two men who held my heart share a moment. That book sits on my husbands bedside table to this day. And yes, he has read it once or twice.
He and my father shared something special, these two Navy men. I was all the happier for it.
We settled into a routine with the Family Group, homeschooling, Courtney’s schooling and therapy. We also bought our first home, a little Cape Cod in Fairfax. It was the only one we could afford where Courtney’s room and ours could be on the first floor. I needed to be close by so I could attend to her when she seized in the middle of the night.
Miss Courtney’s seizures began to rear their ugly head once more though in the Fall of 1999. We were at the end of the road medically speaking. There were no more drugs to take, no more research to do. There was just surviving each one as they came. That was hard enough, believe me.
Our Lady moves fast…the miracles had already begun.
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