It was 2:00am. She had been tossing and turning for over two hours. She turned over on her back and stared up into the darkness. If she continued to lie in bed she knew there would be no sleep. She got up, put on her slippers, went out to the living room and sat in the chair. Now what? She wasn’t hungry; she didn’t want to read so she just sat there thinking and staring into space…
A week ago he had told her the news. He said he was gay. That’s right, her kid was gay. How could that be? Hadn’t he dated girls? He was a good kid. She kept staring into space…
Did something happen? Had she done something wrong? What did she miss? She had raised all her kids the same. She loved him; of course she loved him. She kept staring into space…
They had always gone to church. They were very involved; he knew the books of the bible. He had received Jesus as his Savior. But her kid was gay. She kept staring into space…
She got up, and then sat back down. She closed her eyes. It was happening. She felt tears streaming down her cheeks. She loved him, of course she loved him and Jesus loved him too. The tears kept coming. She remembered when he was a child and she would pray about his future, this now was his future. She had trusted God back then and she needed to trust Him now. This was a surprise to her but was never a surprise to Him.
She pulled herself together and she went back to bed. As she laid her head on the pillow her last thought before she fell asleep was…
My kid is gay, I love him, and Jesus loves him too. 
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