When I got married at the tender age of 24, just three months after graduating from university, I unwittingly signed my future spiritual life away by promising, in the presence of the priest who would marry my husband and me in the Catholic church, to raise any children God would gift us in the Catholic faith.
Every Monday, Mrs Mary Wee visits her Friends in Need (FINs) and the homebound in the East. She also visits residents at St Vincent’s Home and St Joseph’s Home weekly to pray with them. Her daughter-in-law joins her and plays an active role in her outreach at St Vincent’s Home now.
“My father does not love us”, I believed. “He is responsible for tearing my family apart”. This incident left a mark on our relationship, and I began to live the coming days with a deep-seated anger brewing within. I was not interested in his life and was happy that he seemingly wasn’t interested in mine, either. This strained relationship between my earthly father and I soon grew to impact the way I viewed God as Father.