HomeToMyLove

When Cal and I were in the thick of post-engagement, church turmoil, I felt like I kept saying one thing over and over and over….

“I just want them to see me.”

A real life human. A person. A child.

Someone with feelings not just a ‘touchy’ topic to discuss.

Time after time I was hearing of meetings that were occurring about me and about Cal. Meetings we were not invited into.

and all I could think was “I wish they would just talk to me”

I wish they would see that I am a real person they are talking about.

Someone who hasn’t changed one bit since they found out I was queer.

“I am the same person I used to be when I was leading in your ministries. I haven’t changed!”

I felt like I was jumping up and down waving my hands screaming at anyone to see me

“HERE. I’m over here! Look at me!”

Tearing streaking down, heaving breathes, and a pleading look on my face.

See me. Please.

I’m here

I’m a real person.

I’m begging you to look at me.

I’m someones daughter.

I’m someones sister.

I’m someones friend.

I have value.

I’m not just a “biblical” debate on my legitimacy.

I’m a real person.

I’m here.

See me.

Please.