I’ll *try* not to write a blog post of my own here..but want to share just a bit; my son’s coming out, as it were, (rather “accidental”) ended up being the catalyst for my own salvation, and later my husband’s.

In those first few months I began sharing bible passages and such with him, naively (!) thinking this would bring him back to his “Christian” upbringing and “change his mind” about being gay (though we, the parents, were false converts). It soon became obvious that wasn’t going to work because God, whoever that is, was not even an issue for him. He just didn’t believe in our God anymore. He’d heard gospel teaching since a very young age (mainly through years of Christian school) and the Gospel has been clearly explained to him since coming-out but he’s rejected it. He soon brought up psychology and the findings of the APA and “arguments” of that nature with me, patiently continuing the discussion and debate over several months until finally, as I wasn’t giving in, his resentment began to bleed through louder and clearer. I had to leave the issue alone with him or lose the relationship we had.

Again, 6 years later and looking back I was ridiculously naive both in theology and about homosexuality/s in general, and he was amazingly patient and respectful (although I likely infuriated him at times). God grace abounded, I was saved from myself (so to speak) and our relationship is good today.

All that to say, in everything God has been so gracious to teach and show me over the yeras in His word and excellent teachers, there were/are elements to my son’s being gay and to homosexuality in general and God’s sovereignty in it all that I really struggled to understand. Reading this blog has been a huge huge blessing and great help in clarifying so much of those things..Thank you!

Brothers, may you continue the fight abounding in the Spirit all the more in strength and perseverance, encouraged in the hope going always before you until the day you stand before the One who knows your struggle more than even yourself, and says to you “well done faithful servant”.

~Suzanne

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What did I have? A whole lot of grief. And no idea what to do with it.

Now, I realize that this job (and the last one like it many years ago) were blessings. In the privacy of the truck cab, I ranted, I cursed, I questioned, I cried, I moaned, and basically got it all out before Him. I guess you could call it prayer, although there are few who pray like that. And although I didn’t have a plan of attack, it obviously helped. Over the last week, I’ve noticed that the ranting and raving has receded considerably. I have new direction, new energy, new conviction and, most of all, a new peace. For the first time, I am experiencing true joy in the midst of my troubles.

I know it’s hard with school, but maybe you need to find some time and just go off somewhere to rant and rave? You know He’s good for it.

I think drudgery brews these emotions. We know we are on the right path, but it’s hard work, with no fanfare or pom-poms waved in our honor, and especially no tangible evidence of effectual work in other people’s lives. I find these periods of time to be the most dangerous, as they are the moments when I am most likely to buck the bit and strike off in a different direction, simply because “I’m not feeling it”.

Your post reminded me to stay the course, even though you didn’t say anything about this. And in this, you blessed my life in ways you’ll never know.