Adoption strips this system, leaving behind only a trail of broken fragments and loose ends.
I easily fell into that way of thinking, equating my lack of interest in boys to thinking I wasn’t ready for them; I was too immature or had other interests that required my attention. I believed I must just be a late bloomer.
God would never turn a person away due to their hairstyle; the same is true with sexuality.
When that happens, when all the trees come together, it paints the most beautiful of forests, planted in unity and colored in hues of depth and understanding.
Somehow I was supposed to fit into this web of cousins, aunts, uncles and grandparents that had already been well woven.
I wanted God to love me, but I also wanted to be in a relationship where I could be my true self.