I’m very happy for you! It makes me smile to see that you are so happy with your new found faith. But when you say things like, “I will not rest until you two turn your lives around” it scares me. If you want to keep pushing your religious beliefs on me, I will push my beliefs back on you. And I know that both of us are obviously set in our ways and it is not going to get us anywhere.
I’m not angry with you mom! Please don’t read my messages that way. That’s why I hate sending messages like this. You can never tell how the other person is talking. I’m not saying anything in anger. I do get frustrated sometimes, which I bet you probably understand.
Whenever I am nervous or anxious or worried about anything, I pray and God melts all my fear away. Every day he does this for me. Cast all your anxiety, your doubt, put it on him and you will have nothing to be afraid of. There are no monsters in the dark. Only God is there beside you.
When was I ever treated in this way? I have never felt insecure in my masculinity or even poor at sports. I just don’t really enjoy watching them on TV. I always played football with the neighborhood gang and was often among those picked first to play. My friends in elementary school were always the tough kids. You remember them. Why do you let these articles about gay people cloud your view of me?
Dad has spoken to me about how the reason he believes it is to be gay is that he feels the holy spirit within him opposes it (I’m struggling to paraphrase here). You do not speak for God and neither do I. Let him speak for himself on this issue and turn to the bible.
I tried to explain it in a way that she would be able to relate to. I tried to turn some of her arguments around. I don’t know if this will be helpful, but not saying anything didn’t seem to work. We’re getting lunch today with my Grandmother. That means we’ll have to pretend everything is normal. Should be interesting: