One of my biggest marriage secrets is to agree to disagree. Both my husband and I are armed with great vocabularies, solid logic, love of arguing and the strong belief in our own correctness. I am Catholic, my husband is anything but. In fact, he is not only "not Catholic" he is not tied to any religious affiliation and does not openly proclaim a belief in God. We married in the Catholic church, our children have all been baptized Catholic but that area is mine. Mine alone. This has its ups and downs. Before Wyatt's birth my husband would accompany me to church. Afterwards when I left the church, it was my decision and I owned it with no input or pressure. I returned of my own volition and have stumbled through the rocky path since on my own with two or three small girls clinging to my shirttails.
When I married it was my sincere hope that someday my husband would convert just as my grandfather and father did before him when they married Catholic women. That hope was crushed when we were told our first child Wyatt would die and was completely extinguished when he did die. When we got Eli's diagnosis I knew it was over. God certainly didn't score any brownie points there. I don't think we will ever bridge the great divide of faith in this household.
So last night I figure that God must really have a sense of humor. He can make it rain on a sunny day, right? I only hope that he finds our marriage and its sometimes lighthearted approach to faith amusing because we aren't going anywhere.