Our story begins when a Roman Catholic Girl fell in love with a Pentecostal Boy. The girl and boy loved each other very much and felt that God had brought them together. They were like two pieces of a puzzle that fit together in every aspect.... Save one, their Faith.  Now our Roman Catholic girl and her Pentecostal boy were determined to build a life together. She went with him to church, and he went with her. Both wanting for the other to belong. Her parents had over the years become non practicing Catholics and finally gave up on organized religions all together. Our Roman Catholic girl tried her best to keep her faith forefront in her mind, by attending church on her own. She felt lost and adrift, wanting so badly the parental guidance regarding love, life and faith. She lost her Grandmother, and started to question God, Frustrated with his decision. The Boy was not with out problems of his own, he was beginning to wonder and have doubts. The boy's parents were very strong in their conviction of faith, they went so far as to force the boy to attend services. The Pentecostal Boy Balked and avoided church, and any mention of faith all together.  9/11 came and the world was rocked on its axis, our Boy and Girl were confused, angry, and loosing faith.

Our Boy and Girl decided to marry. It was an adventure all in its self, trying to decide which church to hold service. Both the Boy and Girl felt like they were only going through the motions, not actively partaking in their faith, but not willing to let it go. Each of the church leaders wanted the intended spouse to convert or to pledge that the Children would be brought up in that faith. Oh, and our poor couple were not without sin. They were not strong enough to resist temptation and were currently pregnant with their first child. The Roman Catholic Girl and Our Pentecostal Boy wanted so badly to make it right in the eyes of God before Bringing there Daughter into the world, But they felt the scorn and Judgment form Every place of worship they visited, even when trying to get married. To make matters worse There were disagreements that were faith Based happening between the Pentecostal Boy's mother and the Roman Catholic Girl, and soon the Couple were at a loss.

The child was born out of wedlock, and she was loved by her parents. They wanted only the best for her. They agreed to have her Baptized into her mothers faith, yet they agreed to take her to both churches alternating weeks and allow her to decide when she got older. Our Boy and girl  Ran away that year to be married in a church not of their own, to unify their bond in a nondenominational religious service.
Life goes on and the family became less and less centered in faith. It was taxing and trying blending their faith, but for the sake of the child they taught her to prey. Our boy and girl now a Man and Woman would say scattered prayers, mostly out of want, and rarely out of thanks. They conceived again, a child they wanted so badly, but it was not to be. The babe never made it to term and they suffered the agony of a miscarriage on Mothers Day.  The Woman was wracked with grief, and despair. She turned her back on faith and family. She wanted nothing more then to be left alone.  The Man was left to deal with his pain on his own while caring for the child.

One day, the woman wanted to flee the friends and family who came to support her. She started to walk, cursing her life and the turn of events. Why me? Why me? How could you why me!  She walked aimlessly that day in real life, like she had been doing on her spiritual path.  She was drawn by the roses, and she wandered near to the church she was baptized in. The roses were blooming and smelled wonderful, weak with exhaustion and exertion she sat on the bench in the rose garden. For the first time in a long time she felt at peace. Her sobbing quieted and she just listened. She felt God in the garden that day. The Woman went home and became a wife and a mother again.

God gave the Man and Woman a second child.  The pregnancy was one full of worry and scare. So many tests, so much could go wrong. They were offered the chance to test for the abnormalities that they said the child might have, ones that would not allow the child to live if it was carried to term. There were cysts found in the brain, it could be a genetic disorder called Edwards syndrome. The tests were not with out risk, knowing it may cause miscarriages, and the chances were greater with having just experienced one.  The doctors told the Man and the Woman that the baby could be medically aborted if found to be affected. The Man and Woman refused further testing, and turned to prayer instead.
The Woman experienced awful sickness with the pregnancy, stress and high blood pressure. She developed a kidney infection and was in and out of the hospital. The Man and Woman Prayed. The Woman was in a car accident, and taken to the hospital. Tests were done and they said to prepare for the worst. Shadowing was found in the uterus, they believed there was pockets of blood from the placenta separating. The Woman was ordered to stay on bed rest at the hospital. For three days the Man and Woman prayed. The Doctors came back to scan again, and the shadows were gone, and so were the cysts. The baby would live to be born as another healthy Daughter.

Our Man and Woman Believe in God, and together have shown him to their daughters The Man and Woman have Questions that they are finding hard to answer, questions of faith. They have turned to their parents and have come back more confused then ever. Because they believe they feel the need to answer their questions before the daughters become of age to ask the questions themselves.

This is our Faith Project.  We  (the Man and the Woman)  are going to ask the questions, and search for the answers. Its not easy, but if it were would it be worth it?