I want to tell you something I have not learned how to say cleanly.
Not because I was hiding. Though I was.
Not because I was ashamed. Though sometimes I was that too.
Mostly because every version I tried sounded false.
Do you have moments when you feel done with God? Not that you no longer love him, or are not interested in continuing to relate with him, but that he has failed to meet your expectations so many times that you wonder, “what’s the point?”
oday as I had my daily walk, I started by thanking God for creating men (I mean the male human species). And that he allowed me to be attracted to them. Even to the extent that I tend to love some so deeply. I thanked him for…
I wasn’t quitting on my faith, NO, how could I, Jesus seemed the realest! I was basically saying, “I cannot ignore my feelings of same sex attractions, and I didn’t know how to remain Christian amidst them.” Being home with Christ felt like the only comfort; I became suicidal!