For many same-sex attracted Christians, the hardest part of faith is not rules.
It’s love.
Not loving God but believing we are loved without having to earn it.
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?”
She drives a CX-5, silver to be precise, I even know how the engine starts. She looks like someone I’d get along with well. I know when it’s she who has parked the Mazda and when it’s her roommate. She is beautiful. For many months she was a secret door I opened and allowed myself to have endless conversing’s with. Ahem, in my head of course. We had never talked even but I wanted to talk to her. What would I say though? Hey CX, I sorta kinda like you and that hairstyle looks good on you? Then what?
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…