This post is not intended for debate about LGBT issues, but just to tell my story.
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So I’ve been a Huffington Post contributor for a little over a year now, but today I’d like to share something I’m posting there with my regular blog readers.
This is a journey that I’ve been on for several months now. Here’s my heart, friends. I love you all.
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“But how should we respond?”
Someone asked this in my church’s home group, the week after the Pulse shooting in Orlando.
“My friends in that community are grieving right now, so how do I show support for them even if I don’t agree with their choices?”
The room was full of young families. They had known me for almost a year as the nerdy, awkward girl who moved back here from Colorado.
They didn’t know that I was hanging on their every word because I have dated girls.
In fact, I was currently on several dating apps asking out… girls.
I chose this church and this town, moving back to my childhood home, even though I knew they weren’t affirming, because I loved this place and these people and they didn’t seem like the sort to make a big deal about these things.
But now I looked down at my Bible, barely breathing.
This was the test.
Yesterday I was on the Huffington Post talking about one of the bravest things I’ve ever done. Won’t you join me there?