The Ultimate Misfit

One Christmas morning I was up before the birds and all in the house was quiet as a mouse. I was sad, rejected, a misfit because there were certain relationships within my family strained and almost nonexistent. My children and I were were separated by many American miles. As I sat in the silence of…

Grace is Found in Hues of Gray

Recently, I had a family member express concern for my soul.  Their reason?  I’m a lesbian. Now, first of all, I realize their concern is an expression of love, but I also know, they fear if they fail to warn me, then my blood will stain their hands, at the great white throne of God’s…