That’s what SHE said: race and parenting, regretting motherhood, adoption and loss, being a gay Christian, and more . . .

For When You Don’t Understand Why. | Life Rearranged

It is hard. I know. It is so. damn. hard. Have hope, sweet friend. Dream and wish and pray for outcomes. But know that your baby is your baby and IS WORTHY OF ALL THE LOVE IN THE UNIVERSE no matter what. Even if the prayers you beg the Heavens for seem unanswered, even if the news turns for the worse, even if they Never…they are just who they were meant to be. And you are their mama just the same. Celebrate if celebration is called for. Jump for joy when they exceed Expectation and make dust of odds, but do not despair if those days do not come. Because Worth is Worth regardless of milestones.

What’s It Like To Be A Gay Christian? – A Deeper Story

“I don’t know. What’s it like being a straight Christian?” I asked him. “I mean, how is your relationship to God or Jesus informed by your straightness?”He didn’t know how to answer that question.Few straight people do, I’m finding.But that doesn’t stop them from asking about my gay-Christian experience. It’s a point of fascination for most of them. I am a paradox, it seems. I am the contradiction of an untold number of sermons and messages preached from pulpits all across the land. I am not supposed to exist, the gay Christian.

It was another cold day. We went to the hospital. Josh and I walked in, holding hands. This was not how I had planned on bringing a baby home. We were walking in with an empty carseat, met in the lobby by caseworkers with gift bags. This twisting in my chest was happening again. I felt so much. There was this woman, who had just birthed this baby…and she had left here without her. Another girl. She pushed and labored. She sweated, and bled. No doubt that she had placed her hands on her pregnant belly time and time again, thinking about the life that was there. She had left this place empty.