Sometimes I struggle with the current path I’ve chosen. I’ve taken shots from both inside and outside of the church. Sometimes I feel like quitting. Giving up my hopeless crappy quest.

Then a strike of lightning! Thundering directly into my heart. Raining tears from my eyes.

I have many gay friends and family. But, that I know of, I have never met a transgender person. After reading the Church’s apology “You’re not Broken–I’m Sorry,” she sought me out and sent this touching message.

“Thank you so much for the heartfelt apology. I’m very moved. You’ve hit on a heavy part of my heart. I was so confused for so long. I believed in the gospel so deeply, and it caused my self hate and shame to go even deeper. I pushed so hard against the bloom within me. I’m so thankful there are members like you, sharing and standing up for right. I hope your words will mend hearts and save lives.

Thank you.”

A transgender woman. Lifting my heart. Encouraging my path. Giving me hope.

All I feel right now is this: I love Jesus Christ. I love His teachings. I love His example.

Did Jesus really say that I can only go to HIS heaven if I love the least-of-these? I want to go to HIS heaven.