I reread those words over and over. They stung, they hurt, and I felt my heart sink as they began to settle in.
But instead I was told I couldn’t be who I was, I was shamed, ignored and threatened with termination of enrollment. You showed me who God wasn’t, the judgment stronger than any form of love.
God would never turn a person away due to their hairstyle; the same is true with sexuality.
Somehow I was supposed to fit into this web of cousins, aunts, uncles and grandparents that had already been well woven.
I’m ready to trade in the anxiety, panic attacks, and sleepless nights for reassurance, peace, and restfulness.