Dear Friend, I was thinking about you today, as I often do. And as I did (as with each time you come to my mind) I once again remembered. I remembered how difficult and disorienting it was just bei…
When you have a gay child LGBT issues begin to take up a great deal of your thought process.
When our oldest son was outed by his “Christian” school my knee jerk reaction was how are we going to fix this? What will people think of us?
How things have changed, and for the better. Life has a way of doing this sometimes, doesn’t it?
When your child comes out (or in our precious son’s case unceremoniously outed by your church/school) your world WILL spin off its axis. How awesome it would be if every family could skip the earth shattering phase. For some parents this spinning out of control phase will NOT be automatic. For those of us with a Fundamentalist Christian back ground, your world will be nauseatingly rocked.
And silent. Very, very silent.
Now, don’t get me wrong, if we had a birth, death or illness my kitchen would have been flooded with cakes and casseroles.
But a child being outed in a conservative, fundamentalist community means sweeping that big pink elephant under the proverbial rug. I get it. I was there, I lived it. The fear and lack of understanding can be paralyzing. The “abomination” word doesn’t exactly bring the tuna noodle casseroles rushing through your front door. No, if you have a gay child in a fundamentalist community it will be more like crickets chirping.
Looking in life’s rear view mirror gives me pause. I wish I knew then, what I clearly understand now. Don’t we all…………
Moving forward, let me say this. If you have a LGBT child, friend, sibling, co-worker, or where ever you find people who are not wired just like you, let me ask you to try and understand that they are who they are because they too, were designed by the masterful, loving hand of God. (I won’t get into any theological wranglings here. I have finally learned to trust my journey and let God deal with others journey’s).
This is heretical to some.
Not to me. Not ever again.
Peace, hope, love and tuna noodle casseroles.
*Sigh* I have a love/ hate affair with that beast known as social media. I don’t currently use ALL of the usual suspects, just Face Book, Pinterest and that old reliable dinosaur: email. I have a Twitter and Instagram account, but when I get up in the morning I put on my old, comfortable slippers of Face Book and email. They feel perfectly lovely to me.
While sipping my first fabulous, “makes life worth living” cup of hot coffee, I made a decision.
I am going to do my level best not to get caught up in the political wranglings this go round, as it is only going to get more heated and anxiety producing as we head towards November.
I will vote. I will do my civic duty. And I will base my choices on what rings true to me.
Getting my panties in a bunch, rolling my eyes and clenching my teeth only causes me anxiety. Shooting off a pithy reply is rarely helpful or life giving to the recipient either.
I am going to focus on my own heart beat.
It is unlikely that a post or email informing me just how “nuts” one politician is, or just how much our country NEEDS the other politician, is going to alter my decision.
So, I am taking a deep breath and exhaling this go round. Listen to your own heart beat. Go down the path that makes sense to you.
As that master poet T. Swift so eloquently told us “You’ve got to shake it off”.
Peace, Love and Sanity.
Back in June, I received a request for Tres Leches cake. I was looking through Warren Brown’s Cake Love when my phone chirped and alerted me to a text message that contained the said request. I’d never made a Tres Leches cake, and it sounded like one of those cakes a baking-focused blog should feature,(…)
Source: Delicioso! Tres Leches Cupcakes with Dulce de Leche Buttercream I am going to make these for my next party!