I've been Mrs. Timmy for 11 days now, and Speed Racer must know that he's well out of scope range, because he blatantly stole my line!
My real name is Ginny, and I joined DCF back in 2011 as I was preparing to enter RCIA. I've told my story many a time here, but it seems fitting to tell it once more. Although I was raised in the Methodist church, if you name it, I've likely been there at least once. All the major Protty denoms, plus non-denoms, Charismatic, Fundamentalist (I used to attend the same church as Bob Jones III)--even some non-Christian faiths such as LDS, Baha'i, U/U, and Jewish (reform).
In 2010, I finally ended a disastrous marriage to a man who forbade me (draw your own conclusions, but the word selection is accurate) from following a long-held desire to become Catholic. About a year later, a series of events that cannot be attributed to anything but the intercession of Our Lady compelled me not to keep her waiting any longer. I received my sacraments at Easter Vigil 2012. A year later, my father was diagnosed with terminal cancer; it was left up to me to break the news to him. I told Daddy as best I could (as if there is a good way to say something like this). His reaction was to take my hand in his, look me in the eye and say "Call your priest." My dad received Confirmation the very next day, and my mom went into RCIA that fall (1 1/2 months before my dad passed away), receiving her sacraments at Easter Vigil 2014.
I met my wonderful husband on a Catholic dating website back in 2012, and we were wed in a Catholic ceremony on Valentine's Day this year, along with 10 other couples in our one little parish that serves this town of about 9,000 in south Texas, just 100 miles from the Mexican border. He and his late wife have 9 adult children and 17 grandchildren. I have 3 adult kids and 2 granddaughters. Just today, I learned that grandchild #20 is a boy and is due in late June/early July. Woo hoo!