Thursday, August 22, 2019
Through that gift
This screenshot showed up on my Timehop today, from a book I began reading on this day one year ago.
I took a screenshot at the time because the truth is, I have often wondered, why me, God? Why did you give me these amazing children but give each of them a road to walk that would be so hard? Aaron with his medical issues and Clayton with his sexuality. Couldn’t they just be typical, God?
I took the screenshot at the time to remind myself that God gave Clayton to me because I’m exactly who Clayton needed as a mother.
What I have learned in the year since is that Clayton is exactly who I needed as a son.
What I have learned in the year since is that Clayton being gay isn’t a burden, but a gift.
Through that gift, I have learned the true meaning of love and acceptance. I have learned the true value of not only affirming a person’s identity, but celebrating it.
Through that gift, I have come to know so many amazing, giving, loving and supportive people who I might never have otherwise had the chance to encounter.
Through that gift, I have learned the many ways that the church can love people outside the normal constraints of the church building. I have also learned the many ways that the church has wounded and harmed, and have been given a heart and a call to heal those wounds, repair that harm, and work to find a better way forward.
Through that gift, I have gained the courage and the boldness to speak up and to speak out even when what I have to say may make people uncomfortable.
Through that gift, I have learned to encourage my son to be exactly who God made him to be without shame or embarrassment or apology.
Through that gift, I have learned to encourage myself to be the same.
I am grateful that God chose to give me a loved one who is gay. It has caused my mind to broaden, my heart to open, and my understanding of God’s love to deepen.
And that is a gift beyond all measure.
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