I would have loved it as a kid to have a church that encouraged us to listen to our heartfelt yearning of self.

I named the truth as I perceived it, because it didn’t feel like there was any other option.

In these days of so much uncertainty, may we choose honesty over comfort, love over complacency, and truth over convenience.

It often feels like we’re shouting into the void. It was a gift to be reminded that sometimes someone is listening.

If we aren’t willing to ask the important, uncomfortable, and even scary questions, we won’t get to larger and deeper truths.

Coming out to my family was one of the hardest things I’ve had to do. I realized that my choice was one of life and death, and I needed to let my secret out in order to continue living, and to do so authentically.

Liking somebody, even loving somebody, is not enough to protect them from shade that you cannot even see, much less understand.

Spirit of Compassion, help us draw strength from all that we are. Give us new language with which to claim our wholeness, a new litany of joy built out of words that wounded.

"How complicated it is to break silence: to open all of the secrets in all of our broken hearts. But silence does break; truth seeks the light. We're unraveling silence because we have determined that our power with one another is greater than the power someone once had over us."

Life is neither a playground nor a game. The folded lies are real. With our voices, we can and will undo them.