I met him when it seemed like I had “given up” on finding a mate and left it all in the hands of God and to His Will, then very shortly after that I met him, my future spouse!
EXACTLY! This is what happened to me. I was 27 in June of 2004, a bridesmaid at my brother’s wedding. My brother who was four year younger than me. At his wedding with no date, let alone a boyfriend. But, for some reason that night was a catalyst for me to give it up to God. I wanted to be able to enjoy the night and not feel stupid, and I did, but I also came to a quiet peace about my life. My requirements for a mate seemed impossible: God-loving man willing to wait till marriage to do ANYTHING meant only for marriage, not just sex (being Catholic was a bonus in my mind). Also someone at least willing to cooperate with my view of ABC, someone who was willing to practice NFP. Oh, and not divorced. To someone living in today’s world, who was 27 in the Midwest, this seemed literally impossible! But somehow God did lead me to peace about the whole thing.
In November of 2004, at 28, I met my husband online (match.com, if you search on the keyword Catholic it helps). He went to high school with me, one grade younger, and I never knew him. I probably walked past him how many times 10 years prior to meeting him, for three years straight, and never knew him. Not only was he God-loving, he was Catholic, a real life practicing cradel Catholic who went to Mass every Sunday, taught CCD, didn’t want to compromise our pre-marriage relationship with anything we shouldn’t (this is not to say it wasn’t a struggle though), believed in no ABC and wanted to learn about NFP, and thought he would never get married, just like me. In October of '05, at age 29, I accepted his proposal. In June of '06, I got married. In March of '07, at 30 years old, I had my first child (okay, so we got a little confused on our NFP, hadn’t planned on a child till we were at least settled for six months or so, found out the day after we got home from our 2 1/2 week honeymoon I was pregnant).
Anyway, my point is, at almost 28 years old I was “coming to terms with” the fact that I might never marry. At just over 30, I was bringing my baby home.