“Chelsey, mom let me read your Instagram post. Wow, your honesty and the depth to be known and loved by God the Father is amazing. My perspective is humble awe of His goodness to both of us. Your choice has allowed both of us to grow and love each other more deeply. Love, dudes”
Word can’t express the joy this brings to my heart.
Today I had a wound that decided to claw to the surface. I was listening to a sermon with a group of people I had grown up around but since moved away from and we were discussing God’s heart— literally discussing. The pastor expected us to verbally answer his questions. I like that about this family. Through various parts of his teaching I felt the stab of tears behind my eyes. I don’t cry for nothing, I’m realizing. As a child, I rarely cried. I didn’t want the attention or to be perceived as weak because I wasn’t weak.