Testimony of faith. The Lord guided my steps

“You are technically a widow,” my godmother, Michèle, 72, told me in the youthful way she loved. “You should seek spiritual guidance to get out of this impasse. » Her husband had died ten years previously and since then, she had been involved in a diocesan association supporting widows and widowers. I had lost the man of my life six years earlier, Lucas, 26 years old. Sudden death during sports training. When we were supposed to get engaged.

For the fifth year, I went to put flowers on his grave in our hometown where my godmother lived. Right after, I had a drink with Lucas’ sister, Solène, who is a gynecologist. We became close after her brother died. That evening, she said to me: “I know your desire to have children. I suggest you freeze your eggs. They will be useful if you meet someone after your 37th birthday. » Solène, however, knew my opinion well: there was no question of using science to replace God. I left her bruised and devastated. Did she want me to betray her brother and my ethical beliefs? I had promised Lucas eternal love and envisaged nothing else.

But this discussion brought back the dream of being a mother that I had always had. After a night full of contradictory feelings, I went to the chapel where I had received baptism. I implored the Lord to guide my steps. In the adjoining parish hall, I recognized the voice of Michèle, my godmother, who had an office for her association there. She was speaking with a certain Hervé who wanted to join. I joined them and we listened to this young thirty-year-old recount how his wife had died in childbirth two years earlier, leaving him alone with a little Line. His tormented story gave me the strength to tell mine, and to express my doubts.

Everything then happened naturally, as if an external force was leading our rapprochement. A few months later, freed, thanks to prayer, from the feeling of having betrayed our deceased spouses, it was in this same chapel that our union was blessed. Solène agreed with great pleasure to be my witness. Michèle insisted on paying for my dress. Line calls me “auntie-mom”. Today, I don’t think I need any in vitro sleight of hand to soon give him a little brother or sister.