Know that no matter what happens next, you have a God who loves you. And there is nothing to fear.
Maybe we all need to feel lost at times in order to face the fear head on, so that we can come out at the other end with a growing confidence and a little more resilience.
Today, tomorrow, and the day after next, I’ve chosen to see the road ahead as a promise of hope. Of possibility. And I’m going to trust that path—wherever it may lead.
Home is where you wake up early in the mornings, realizing that it is where life fixed in firm and perfect patterns, indelible and infinite. Ancient and for always, back and forward.
Because just like the seasons, we fall, we grow, we tumble, we change, we begin again.
We are not really alone;
We just value a deeper connection.
I just want to stretch the minutes so that I can exist, in this place, with no commitments or destinations, no expectations or places I must go.
Maybe if I realize that losing you was not of God, and not meant to break me, but to build me, I can decide to let you go happily, knowing that where I go next will be where I need to be.
The greatest love story is the story we, as gay men struggle with the most. It’s the one where we fall back in love with ourselves.