My curiosity around the idea of a honeymoon stems from the fact that at nearly every stage of wedding planning, Chelsea and I have been intentional to think critically, reconsider, reformulate, and re-examine traditions and experiences that we do (or do not) want to incorporate into our experience. The honeymoon was no exception - if we were going to commit our lives to one another, well, what did we want the "honeymoon" to be like?
I am still processing the wonder, the beauty, and the magic of that day.
“So, tell me, in your life what has been the lesson that has taken the longest to learn?”
6 months to go - I can hardly believe it. There is still much to be done, yet, I feel so joyful at all that we have created and all that will come together this August. My heart is full.
An important step that we did want to include was engagement photos. Photos, we recognize, are like tangible artifacts that represent a season of life. We wanted to honor this experience, and we wanted a way to remember this exciting season of not yet married, but very much committed.
Whatever you think about LGBTQ+ people, understand that your opinion does not carry more weight than the right for that person to exist. Their story is just as important as yours.
I am flying back from one of the most beautiful, genuine, and enjoyable weddings that I have been to in […]
There is something about watching love manifest between two people, especially in their interactions. It is both inspiring and soothing.
When I am with God, everything is in balance. Everything is with perspective. And, any thoughts I have (positive or otherwise) feel exquisitely simple and yet equally profound. It is as though my spirituality is full of reminders of love, yearnings for compassion, and fierce dedication to hope. All of this, without any of my own internal baggage. It is quite nice.
Love is more than just something to hope for, it is something to be felt, to be shared, to be cultivated. I do this better with Chelsea in my life and if that isn’t a reason to marry someone, I don’t know what is.
Let us bring our identities from God, through God, and to God, with hearts full of love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, gentleness, and self-control and all good fruits that remind the world that being gay and being Christian are just one parts of a diverse fabric of God’s people.
You see, the path for my brother was not and has not been easy. He has had to overcome challenges that I could not dream of facing. And yet, he has survived.
There is no list to follow, there is no how-to-guide. Instead, moving in with another person is about knowing yourself, knowing your partner, and knowing where you are headed. This takes a lot of self-awareness, faith, and gusto – not just for the first few months, but for the long haul. Sharing your life is a big deal. Let’s not forget that.
Chelsea’s love lets me fully shine. If that isn’t true love, I don’t know what is.
I think God grieves with us. I think God celebrates with us, too. And so, I as I entered this call to prayer, I made a list of remembrances. It is my hope that by remembering, we can acknowledge that we will get through this. We know this because we always have.
Grief upon grief dances together, lies together, tarnishing the vivid array of color we once held. We weep, we weep, and we are afraid it will never stop.