06/02/2026
In another life, I’d ask God to make me gay.
Not because I don’t deeply love the life He has given me, but because I would want to know what it feels like to be judged, questioned, labeled, and misunderstood simply for who I love.
And then, at the end of every day, I would rest peacefully knowing that the Creator of the universe still loves me.
Not because of my perfection.
Not because I earned it.
Not because everyone approved of me.
But because His love is not determined by public opinion.
I would want to experience firsthand what so many people carry every day, the weight of rejection from others while holding onto the certainty that God’s love remains unchanged.
The beautiful truth of the Gospel is that every single one of us comes to the foot of the cross the same way: imperfect, flawed, and in need of grace.
And nothing anyone says about us can change the fact that we are loved by Him.
Happy pride month 🏳️🌈
