My husband rearranged my San Damiano crucifix, icon of Christ and Mary, painting of Christ, and Catholic Bible on a little table for me... I was very touched.
In his own way, he is vocally anti-Catholic, but at the same time is noticeably tolerant. He understands on some level that this means a lot to me, this is how I pray, and though he makes comments about idol worship, his comment today was simply "I put your little idols on a table for you" in a kind, loving way, as he pretty much doesn't know what else to call them.
I get it. He's not throwing them out or donating my Catholic Bible, so that's good. I love him. Little things like this make me very happy. And hopeful. In God's time.