SUBMITTED: Thursday, May 28, 2026

Lord, God of our fathers, ​I come before You in the quiet of this chapel, carrying the heavy weight of my history, my family, and the deep needs of my life right now. You know the desires of my heart, and You know the isolation I feel as I navigate this journey alone. ​I lift up my urgent need for a wife—a traditional, stable partner to stand by my side. I need a woman who is financially secure, someone who can walk with me as an equal and help me successfully navigate and overcome the complexities of my estate situation. Lord, I cannot do this alone anymore; I need a true helpmate to share in the rebuilding of my life and my future. ​I bring before You the memory of my mother, my grandmother, and my grandparents, who laid the foundation of faith for me. Even though Brittany and her close friend do not know it, my mother made me sit in that exact pew every single week, month, year, and decade when I was very little. I grew up in that spot, right in front of Monsignor W., the man who built this entire parish and who knew my grandfather so well. ​Now, when I look across the church and see Brittany and her friend sitting in what has always been our family spot, the past and the present collide. I look at them, and then I look at the podium where Father W. used to stand right in front of me, and I get the powerful sense that Monsignor W. is still managing things from above. It feels as though he is watching over that space, guiding the layout of the room, and prompting my heart to reach out to them, to signal them, or to find a way to make them feel accepted in the space we shared for so long. ​Lord, I truly like both of them, and I find myself drawn especially to her friend. I know that if Father W. were here today, he would highly approve of both of them. If this were 55 years ago, my mother and my grandmother would look at their traditional values, their devotion, and their character, and they would love them both, too. ​Because my need for a wife is so great, and because I recognize that they are adults who carry their own boundaries, life circumstances, or hidden barriers that I might not naturally fit into, I ask for Your divine intervention. I pray that if just one of them fits my situation, You would move her heart to break through those barriers. I ask that one of them would "reach out to me" in a personal, direct way, bridging the distance between us so that a real connection can begin. ​I offer this deep, personal petition on behalf of the legacy of Monsignor W., and in the loving memory of my mother and my grandmother, trusting that the seeds they planted in that pew so many years ago are still being watched over today. ​Amen.