My little sister is lesbian. She and her girlfriend are raising three children in their home. Just so you know. The Mormon policy changes last Thursday had very personal consequences. I’ve been thinking and reading incessantly about this issue for the last few days. I love my sister. I love all my Mormon brothers and sisters whose hearts have been broken by these policies.
I am so sorry. It’s weak, but it’s what I have to offer.
Today was our Primary program. I sat on the stand, ready to help any of the children who might need me. It was bumpy and sweet, silly and spiritual. I got the giggles when I caught my husband turning pink with laughter at a particularly zealous performance. But then for our closing song, The Miracle, I found myself choking up and a mix of warmth and peace washed over my soul. I felt the Spirit undeniably. I knew I was in the right place. The confirmation felt hopeful and generous.
I sometimes say that I’m Mormon to my bones, that I’ll be Mormon until I die. Because it’s part of who I am: it’s my heritage, my past and my future. But I also stay Mormon because of personal spiritual confirmations that fill me with light.
All the things I’ve written here are true for me.
It might be weak, but it’s what I have to offer.
And pictures of baby animals are cute and lighthearted and we all need a bit of a smile today.